I have this way of torturing myself at times by trying to imagine certain situations to the point where I almost feel like they are real... Not the healthiest of things to do, yet occasionally helpful to pre-judge decisions I have to make.
For example: As I lay in bed last night, I wondered (as I often do, especially during the day) when or where our dog Benny's body would finally give out.
[some of Benny's intestines have gotten into and packed in his lungs -- I believe it's what is called a hernia?-- and the operation to have them removed is too risky and expensive for us to take that chance. We decided to let God have a say.]
I imagined him getting sick. Or not being able to breathe, and not being able to help him... or running desperately to the Pet Hospital for him to be put down to ease his suffering. The problem is that I don't know how, when or what to expect when it finally happens. I don't know how I will deal with it and the kids. What if he's alone?
That's when I came to the realization that it would probably be best for me to try to find him a the best possible living situation for a variety of reasons:
He needs to be in a home where he has no access to sweets, or things that could be detrimental to his intestines. Here, he steals it from the kids.
He needs to be in a home where he can be fed soft foods in smaller servings 3 or so times a day. Here, our Shepherd is extremely upset that we would (this late in his game) try to re-schedule the feedings he (the Shepherd) was the supervisor of. He has been a little impatient with Benny lately.
He needs to be in a home where he can keep from getting too excited. We have 2 kids and 3 dogs. Enough said.
He shows no signs of being sick at all. He loves, he plays, and he's one of the best dogs we've ever had, but he deserves a one-on-one relationship with a human to live his life to the fullest. Here, is just a little more than one of the other dogs. We love them all, but he deserves a little more.
Last but not least yet most selfish, I don't have the heart. I know I couldn't handle it if something happened to him, which will most likely sooner than most dogs.
So I will start looking. I will make sure though, that he has the absolute best possible situation and would even consider to cover the costs to have him put down if it should get to that, I just don't want to have to do it myself.
Advice would be nice. Just for some additional views... thanks...
188 more shopping days left until my birthday.
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I have three Rottweilers. I used to have five. My youngest one was named "Lightning" he was poisoned. His sister was named "Baby" she was suffering from cancer and she was in terrible pain according to the veterinary. So I had no choice but to put her to death." My oldest Rottweiler died along he was 13 years old. He died January 21 of this year. Baby was put to death on September 18, 2004. Lightning died a horrible death on eight December 2003. I recently purchased a puppy Rottweiler he is eight weeks old. I rescued a puppy Rottweiler from the pound he is now three months old. I'm typing with the assistance of Dragon NaturallySpeaking©.
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