Thursday 27 November 2008
no post yester as had the dog put to rest/ the vet said it should have been done when he bit me though i'm glad not/ the last few weeks have given him a chance to get over it and he went on a good note, tail wagging, paw in hand/ at first i felt numb, then we went to lunch to celebrate his passing and the numbness remained/ when i arrived home around five however it felt like my insides were being torn out/ i was momentarily concerned for my mental health/ popped a citalopram, leveled off and went to bed early, no booze, no drugs.../ feel better this morning though mainly through rationalising he's at peace and better off than living muzzled and frustrated/ he was dumped on us aged four with balls and a lot of anxiety issues/ his owner proper should have made the hard decision but didn't/ however, no matter how many people, professional or non-, tell me it was the right decision, it makes little difference and will not fill this cavernous emptiness.../
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