Today is a very sad day. It may not be the worst day in my life, but it's right up there with the day my mother died, the day my father died, and the day my beloved cat Lino was put to sleep after 17 years.
Chief had a vet appointment last month and it was discovered that he had lost 10 pounds since his last visit the year before. I told the vet he had been acting hungrier than usual and drinking a bit more water than before. She asked if he had been pacing a lot, unable to get comfortable. She thought he might have cancer.
Now, when Chief shakes his head, he falls down. The first time he fell, waiting for his dinner to be served, it was funny to me because he literally fell on his face. The falling is not so funny any more.
Today I am working half a day (from ten until two) and then at 2:30, I am taking Chief to the vet to be destroyed. My heart is breaking.
We got Chief 11 years ago from my sister. They wanted a dog for their kids, but he had turned out to be a handful, chewing through her safety belts when they left him alone in the car, chewing through a second story window screen and jumping out when they left him alone in the house, and eating her vacuum hose. My sister's dog trainer told her he needed a place where someone would be home all the time, preferably with another dog and a fenced-in yard. We had all of the above at the time, so we took him for a weekend to see how he would get along with Sabrina. He stayed with us ever since.
I just don't have the words to articulate how upset I am at having to do this to my beloved pet.
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