I am very sad. My darling dog, Misty, has to be euthanased. Tomorrow at noon. She has cancer - two growths in the chest cavity and one is pushing her oesophagus out of alignment. She cannot eat her dry food and she vomits all the time. She has a month left of life in her.
I am a wreck: crying and marinating in my sorrowful thoughts. I am rendered useless past necessary tasks. My alone times are morbid and agonizing and I have used every hankie I own...I am now onto face and hand towels.
But, one big thing is in my pathetic marinating favour: I have no regrets. I love Misty and she has had a great life with us. We found her and her brother companion in an animal shelter five years ago. Both dogs were three. Their story was sad with a happy ending....until now.