The dog was just not feeling our walk this morning. We got up to Lloyd and then she just refused to go any further. And yet, I can tell she feels better when she moves around a little, so I really hesitate to decide not to take her. Maybe we’ll just continue to walk as far as she can and call it good.
I don’t know how you judge the end. I mean, I don’t think that we’re there yet, by any means. But I just want to hit that sweet spot of the moment her life isn’t that much fun for her and before she’s suffering. But it’s hard to tell.
I just feel like the most important thing I will do for that dog, the moment I can repay her for everything she’s done for me, is to ease her out of here when it is her time and not let her linger in pain.
But I’ve only ever had one other dog, Fritz, and that was when I was a kid. Mom took him to the vet in the end.
With Mrs. Wigglebottom, it will be on me and the Butcher to know. And I am so afraid we’re going to fuck it up.
I don’t want to be one of those people who has a dog that everyone else looks at and thinks “My god, how can she not see that the poor dog needs to be put down?” I don’t want to put my fear of heartbreak before my dog’s needs.
I really wish I felt more confident about this whole thing.