OK, so maybe I'll get some mean comments like "Waaaah" but I felt the need to share something. The little toy poodle on my lap in my avatar is going to be put to sleep today. We adopted her and her son from Frisco animal rescue about 3 1/2 years ago. She was about 6 and he was 5. They were rescued from a puppy mill in Garland from a woman who od'd on meth. Caged her entire life and bred constantly. Yet she was the friendliest dog I've ever been around. I'd come out of the bedroom in the morning and she'd leap off the couch to greet me. In April, we noticed that she stopped jumping off the couch. She seemed moody. I saw her sit on the couch and just stare blankly at the arm. And she started walking constantly, often falling to the right side for no reason at all. I thought she might have had a stroke.
Our vet diagnosed a pinched nerve due to disc degeneration and started treatment. When the regimen didn't work we sent her to a specialist in Dallas, who diagnosed Meningitis. We thought we had caught it early enough but it's just been downhill, despite some new breakthrough laser treatments. She hasn't been able to get comfortable enough to sleep the last few nights and acts like she has Parkinson's due to her constant movement. My wife tearfully said that enough is enough this morning.
At least her son is very healthy (but he hates me). We adopted another Toy who's about 11 and blind, and she's a daddy's girl. Our new addition is a Terrier mix that my wife found abandoned on the side of 82 near Bonham (either he's a puppy or the Incubus).
This is gonna be one tough afternoon, but I'm sure some of you have had to go through this with your best friends.
