You're my buddy, my
pal, my friend
It will be that way
until the end
“How do you know when it’s time?” I’d asked the vet a
couple weeks ago. “Well, she’ll have
good days and she’ll have bad days .
You’ll learn to recognize those and then when she has more bad than good
then you need to start considering putting her to sleep.”
Good days and bad.
Last Saturday (a week ago) was a very bad day. Late in the evening I literally thought that
she was dying. The next morning when I
got home from a morning run she looked at me with bright eyes; alert and
inquisitive. “Welcome home, where have
you been? Running without me?” she
seemed to ask. Sunday was pretty
good. Sunday was also the day that I
decided to pull out two little left over bunk bed mattresses. I laid them one on top of the other next to
her dog bed and spent the night in my sleeping bag. When she seemed a little restless I reached
over and stroked her head. That was in
the little downstairs “computer room.”