She cannot eat or drink without throwing up. She just lays around panting with her cancerous growth looking like a small puppy laying on her side. BUT she wags her tail, every time I mention her name.
Her back legs are swollen, but the rest of her is withering.
It is time to go, but why do I feel like a murderer?
The vet is coming tomorrow, but I still feel guilty.
Her back legs are swollen, but the rest of her is withering.
It is time to go, but why do I feel like a murderer?
The vet is coming tomorrow, but I still feel guilty.