Well, lost my dog today to his illness. Or more correctly, we decided to end Shasta's suffering after a two-week fight with acute anorexia, caused by some undiagnosable problem. Two weeks ago he was strong and playful, and by today he was all skin and bones. He still wanted to play and walk and hunt, but didn't have enough energy. Had him on enough prednisone that it would have made me ravenous along with some appetite stimulants, and he still couldn't bring himself to eat. I was expecting him to hang around for three or four more years, but sometimes people just come down with a case of Martian Death Flu and all of a sudden they're gone.
Some of these feelings might make it into a story about Sakaki, but not tonight. Tonight, now that all the stress of the decision is over, I'm thinking of all the good times we had, and his advice for me: play is the most important part of life.
Some of these feelings might make it into a story about Sakaki, but not tonight. Tonight, now that all the stress of the decision is over, I'm thinking of all the good times we had, and his advice for me: play is the most important part of life.
"Kitto daijoubu da yo." - Sakura Kinomoto