Unfortunately, I had to have one of my dogs put to sleep today. His name was Bailey, and he had rapid-onset liver failure. Over the last few weeks, he's had a lot of trouble keeping food down, and last night while I was at work, he took a turn for the worse. He stopped being able to hold water, and he would hide around the corner of the house, in the back yard, laying down. In the last two weeks, he's lost about fifteen pounds, which, for a healthy, ideal-weight boxer, he didn't have to lose. This morning when I got home, he was peeing blood. He was a funloving dog, always there with smiles and tail-wags when I would get home. I got him a basketball for Christmas.
Good luck, Bailey, and good fortunes, whereever you go from here.
-Michael, 24 Dec 07 9:22 am
Edit: I post this here not for sympathy for myself and my family, but to give to Bailey as many good wishes as I can beg, borrow, or steal for his journey into whatever lies beyond. He was a better friend than I deserved.
-MFalling out of aeroplanes and hiding out in holes
Waiting for the sunset to come, people going home
Jump out from behind them and shoot them in the head
Now everybody dancing the dance of the dead
Good luck, Bailey, and good fortunes, whereever you go from here.
-Michael, 24 Dec 07 9:22 am
Edit: I post this here not for sympathy for myself and my family, but to give to Bailey as many good wishes as I can beg, borrow, or steal for his journey into whatever lies beyond. He was a better friend than I deserved.
-MFalling out of aeroplanes and hiding out in holes
Waiting for the sunset to come, people going home
Jump out from behind them and shoot them in the head
Now everybody dancing the dance of the dead