We traded in our eight month old energetic puppy this morning. She was always so happy and tail constantly wagging. This evening, we picked up an old dog. Or at least she seems like an old dog. Marley spent the day at the veterinarian's office getting spayed.
As she moseyed out of the holding area, it was all she could do to hold her head up and keep her eyes open. It was painful for her to lie down in the car.
She hadn't eaten since last night, so the first order of business was getting some food in her stomach. They recommended a small amount of moistened food this evening. She accepted both food and water which we provided to her standing. Our old dog rested all evening; any movement was slow and deliberate.
Actually tonight was easy. Tomorrow when she is feeling better, it will be hard to keep her still and keep her from licking her wound. It will really itch when the hair starts to grow back.
"He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog. You are his life, his love, his leader. He will be yours, faithful and true, to the last beat of his heart. You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion" - Unknown
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