My sister had to put down our first family dog, Katie Scarlett. She was a tri-color beagle with a sweat, somewhat submissive disposition. The news that she had a tumor on her spleen came as a rude shock to us all this morning--the vet had previously suspected kidney failure, but nonetheless had ordered the ultrasound. She had lost so much weight (7 pounds in less than 2 months), and the spleen was peevishly close to rupturing. My sister decided that putting her down would be the most humane thing.
I like to think Katie gets to chase bunnies and eat cookies perpetually now.
Thursday, January 13, 2005
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