Loss is on my mind today. I am reblogging this post, as my feelings about it are unchanged.
My little dog has stopped eating today. He has refused chicken, salmon, cheese, and even pate. He ate a few bites of doggie treat, maybe a teaspoonful for his diminished 8 lb frame.
For the last 5 months, he’s been battling a soft-tissue cancer, called a sarcoma. The tumor has advanced so aggressively that meaningful treatments were either not an option or ineffective. He’s not even 11, which is young for a little dog to be so sick.
I have been a pet owner since I moved out of the dorm in college. Cats first, then more recently dogs ever since I acquired first a cat allergy and then a fenced back yard. So for the last 15 years, I’ve surrounded myself with as many dogs as the county will allow without having to register my home as a kennel, a paltry three animals at a time. Even still, when…
View original post 719 more words