What monkeys do on Mondays

25 Apr

This morning, our aged labrador retriever mix, Jimmy, is stumbling around more than other days, crapped on the floor, tripped over his dog food (which he wouldn’t eat) and the water pan, and wandered aimlessly in the yard, dragging his back end behind him. We have been living with this now for a few months, but we made the decision today to call the vet to make that. final. appointment. This is the third dog we’ve made this call with this particular vet in the past seven years – not an easy thing to do, ever. But he is surely not happy these past few weeks and seems confused as to where he is or why he is. He crossed the line, finally, from cognizant and fairly able to disabled and out of his mind. Still, something in me wonders if this is the right time, and how to know that… it’s just one of those things about having pets and animals that adds to the equation.

So I don’t mean to bum you all out this morning – I’m normally a very positive happy person. But I can’t think of anything to post and Monkey seems very quiet on my shoulder.


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