…I apologize in advance for the personal, sad story.
The past two days have been pretty difficult for my family; we’ve had to say goodbye to our dog Muppet. Two weeks ago she began having problems with her front paws. After fourteen years of unblemished, perfect health, seeing the dog struggle just to hold herself up filled us with fear that something was very wrong. A week ago yesterday, the vet said it was a neck problem and gave her a steroid shot that he said might help. Although the next few days were better, I could tell she wasn’t herself. She winced when picked up and didn’t move once placed down, she would just fall lazily onto her side and sleep. She turned away when petted. Two days ago she stopped eating. Yesterday afternoon I tried to hand-feed her dinner. When I took her outside an hour later I noticed her left eye was swollen almost completely shut. When my mother came to pick her up, I commented that something was wrong, and she immediately took the dog to the vet. Fifteen minutes later she called crying. The eye swelling–as well as the leg problems–was the result of a brain tumor that was pressing against her skull. Nothing could be done. I like to think that I can control my emotions in situations when I need to comfort family or friends, but not today.
Here’s A great interview with Michael Gerald from Killdozer
