The measure of the 'quality of life' for someone or something (like a dear, dear pet)is virtually impossible.
There is no question that my by beloved and trusted friend and companion -my German shepherd - is suffering right now. The discomfort she's in has grown in the last couple of days.
Her behavior is changing. She seems to race to everything - her food, her bed, her leash, her walk. She appears to be experiencing increased pain from the cancer.
Her movement has become more labored. She now sits almost immediately upon relieving herself.
Her arthritis has seriously hampered her from climbing the four steps back into the house. She has fallen twice.
She now prefers not to come back in the house but rather to lay down in the shade.
I do not know how to be sure of what is happening or what I must do.
It's entirely possible - right now - that I am not properly reciprocating the love and devotion back to her, that she has given me all these years.
I do not like my options. I don't like her options. I don't like the finality.
The damn veterinarians are virtually unanimous on the subject:
our resposibility to our pets is to not let them suffer needlessly.
I need her alive. Her pain and discomfort have really increased.
In my head I know it's time.
My heart is using only 4-letter words.
