Tomorrow I take my sweet little Harley boy to the vet to help him over the rainbow. [[[ BIG sigh ]]] I found 3 more tumors under his chin today on the right side now, and my DH told me last night that he thinks we're letting him suffer, so that made me think.
And I doubt myself because tonight he ran back and forth getting little pieces of pasta out of the food bowl, taking them back to his "tent", eating them, then going back for another one. And when he'd go back with one, he'd do that popcorn thing (he's done it his whole life) and he'd hop along the way cuz he was so happy to have pasta. Even tho he has HUGE tumors growing on his face, neck, upper lip & chin, he still did this. So, I keep wondering if it really IS the time. I always do this. I keep thinking... just a few more days... I want a few more days and I tell myself my pet wants a few more days. I've had pets die in my arms while I was getting a few more days. I also had a rattie live 6 weeks longer -- it just wasn't her time yet. But it's sooooo hard to know for sure. My friend said I could decide not to do it right up to the time they aim that syringe -- that I can turn around and walk out if that feels like the right thing to do. I'm so conflicted tonight. I just had to write my feelings.
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Eileen
I WUV RATS


I don't know what I'll do when I have to let one of my dogs go. It's bad enough with rats and we only have them for 2 or 3 years.