Karlos wrote:
Within a few months, the other dog (actually my brothers) got ill and ultimately had to be put to sleep. My folks were a bit hard up that particular time and I had to pay for the final vet bill. Signing it felt like signing a death warrant for an old friend. It was awful :-(
I'm sorry to hear that too Carlos. I once had a cat when I was young who was given to me by my brother and when the time came I had to take him to the vet. He'd been a good companion and I wasn't about to desert him in his final minutes.
I have to say though it was much worse when my cat Leonard who was run down four miles from home. I had a phone call one evening from someone saying "have you lost a grey cat?" and I hate to think of him being run down feeling lost and confused.
It's incredible how much influence our pets have in our lives.
