I had a dog named mopsy. She was old and decrepit and generally falling apart at the seams. She lived with me for some 15 years. We’ve known that she was on the way out for a couple of years now, and for the most part have come to terms with it. In fact, we’ve all been pretty surprised that she’s survived as long as she has, sometimes she even gets a little spring in her step. About a week ago she started losing control of her bladder, there has been the occasional puddle of urine since then. On friday we ran out of her specific kind of dog food, and on saturday she was taken to the vet and killed. Humanely, i assume. It was the right thing to do, she was usually suffering, and mostly i am just upset that i wasn’t told about it and that i wasn’t there. I would have really liked to have been there.
I wonder, too, how much of her death was because of her suffering, and how much of it was because she started peeing on the floor.
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