So less than an hour ago, my mom and I were walking with my dog, Mya, when we began to pass the house where my now-deceased dog, Scottie, had his worst attack*.  The owners' newer dog, a fat black lab, charged at us so quickly that I nearly stepped out into the street with Mya.  It was on an electric fence, but it still snarled like it was going to ( Read more... )

1. I'm holding up pretty well since Scottie's death.  The first day, we all kept breaking down, but we've been getting better each day.  Little things keep catching my attention, like not having to push my plate forward at mealtimes (since no one will gobble it up)...but also, there isn't anyone to give the leftovers to. Still, I think I'm okay.  ( Read more... )

Scottie was put down this morning.  My mom sat in the room with him, but I said goodbye and sat in the waiting room.  It was all over pretty quickly.  There were two dogs in the waiting room (an old daschund and a rottweiler-ish puppy), and I swear that by the way they looked at me, they knew.  There was just this melancholy look in their eyes that ( Read more... )

Well, Scottie got his toe removed today.  They're sending it to the nearest university with a veterinary school to have it examined.  The vet who operated on him thinks the source of the pain and swelling was either a tumor or osteomylitis (a bone infection).  Well, since the new wound apparently won't touch the ground, it will heal pretty quickly ( Read more... )

On Monday, my dog, Scottie (an 8-year-old beagle-terrier mix), is getting one of his toes amputated.  It's been infected for nearly two months, and the vet says he'll feel instant relief once it's off, but I'm still sad that it has to come off at all ( Read more... )