It's sad, but setting that date has definitely been the worst part of it.
Yeah, I'll miss her. She's been the one single constant for me in the last 15 years. But let's be frank, I can buy rugs now. Nice rugs. Rugs I won’t have to scrub the feces out of – dab, don’t scrub! - within 6.5 hours of purchase.
And I'll get 20 minutes of my morning back everyday.
And I won't have to deal with what to do with her every time we travel.
I hate to be crass - well, not "hate" so much as, I know it's inappropriate to be crass - but there are parts of my dog's passing that I'm really friggin' psyched about.
No, the worst part of this experience, by far, is consciously making the decision to end the life of a friend, another living thing w - (ed note. I just had to get up from typing this to pick her up and carry her out side) - ith a real personality. And with just a single phone call to the neighborhood vet, that is exactly what I did.
Here’s how it will go:
• I called the vet last week and we worked out a convenient time to kill my dog, that fits both his schedule and mine.
• The vet will come into my home at approximately 4:47 pm on March 25.
• I’ll let him in the front door and point him toward Lula.
• He’ll take out his syringe of murder juice and stick it in my dog.
• Once she goes limp, the vet will take the body out of my home and back to his clinic (probably in the trunk) and cremate her (I can have her ashes/evidence if I want it).
People have been very supportive. They say things like, “this is the right thing to do” and “it’s her time.” But no one really knows. I mean, she definitely isn't loving life these days, but she also doesn't get to weigh in on her own demise.
I just hope, when it comes time to put me down, no one has to negotiate with the doctor whether or not it works for them to stop and do it on their way home from the office.
The clip below references the ol' girl's namesake - the polish subtitles are just a bonus.