Gwen, thank you...
Yesterday things got worse for me. I came home from my parents and
found my precious cat, Gracie, sick. At least that was what I first
thought was wrong...turns out my dog, Gus, had attacked her. Gus has
always been a strong-willed animal, but not to the point I thought he
was capable of doing this.
I took Gracie to the vet and from the x-rays, we could tell the attack
had been savage. I held her as Joe (he's been our vet for over 20
years) put her to sleep. Then Joe was very candid with me--Gus would
have to be put down also...that things would get worse now that he had
made his first kill. So I went home and brought Gus back. I loved him
up as much as I could, telling him that I understood and now he and
Gracie could make up...then Joe put him to sleep. We were both
weeping...
Joe feels that Gus had something wrong in his brain--he's had numerous
ear infections, or the possibility of a tumor. He'll do an autopsy
today and let me know. Not that it will change anything, but I think
Joe is trying to give me some kind of comfort/peace/resolution.
We'll find out today about my Dad's dog, Buffy. She had rallied some,
but not enough for the vet to make a firm recommendation.
Nick still has "his" pets...Georgia the Wonder Cat and Tip, the most
gentle and loving dog this side of heaven. So we are not without
furbabies, but mine are gone. Gracie was my salvation during all my
surgeries--she never left my side except to eat and potty. Gus was
special in his own way, and I shall miss both of them very much.
I think I need to make arrangements again for my parents, and take
some time off. I need some time to heal.
donnah