I am better. Not angry, but sad.
We are struggling with the decision on when enough is enough for John. He doesn't appear to be in pain, but he is having a really hard time getting around. He is putting barely any weight on his left front leg and his back end is swaying like a drunken sailor. His spirit is there, but his body is shutting down.
Playing God, sucks.
Then my friend and running buddy called me yesterday. Her healthy greyhound dropped dead suddenly. He was fine and boom...gone. He ate dinner, they put him out in his kennel and after he peed he went to the kennel door to come back inside. Shannon said he just fell to the ground. He was gone. They vet thinks he died from a blood clot.
What is worse? Losing them suddenly or making the decision of letting them go?
Regardless. It hurts. Give me running 26.2 miles any day. That is easier than this shit.