My dog is dying...
My dog is dying and the only place I could think to go to was LiveJournal. I haven't posted here in 5 years, but this was were I came.
My puppy, my baby... she's four years old and has lymphoma and is dying and there is nothing I can do about it.
My wonderful husband is sleeping on the couch because he was too tired and heartsick to wait on the sheets to come out of the dryer to put on the bed, so I was alone, rereading old journal entries until I wrote this...
But then a thuderstom came through, which Athena always hated, and even in her drugged state she got up and asked to come into the bed. How could I say no?
My puppy is sleeping next to me, trembling slightly with every crack of thunder. I cannot believe that she is dying.
My puppy, my baby... she's four years old and has lymphoma and is dying and there is nothing I can do about it.
My wonderful husband is sleeping on the couch because he was too tired and heartsick to wait on the sheets to come out of the dryer to put on the bed, so I was alone, rereading old journal entries until I wrote this...
But then a thuderstom came through, which Athena always hated, and even in her drugged state she got up and asked to come into the bed. How could I say no?
My puppy is sleeping next to me, trembling slightly with every crack of thunder. I cannot believe that she is dying.