On saturday, we adopted a puppy. A fluffly little furball we named bear. A Chow/ Black lab mixture.
Yesterday i went to pick him up from Animal control. He was a little droppy but I woas told not to worry about that. He had just had surgery to be neutered and it was normal to be droopy for about 24 hours after the surgery. He stayed quiet all evening and night. This morning he wasn't any better and just got worse. About 10:00 Yvette was worried about how limp and listless he was so I took him to the Vet. I was told he had pneumonia and was to sick to survive it. So I made the decision to have him put down. That was a very hard decision. This puppy we had JUST brought into our lives was being put to death because he was too sick to recover. It was less than 24 horus he was here and I still cried over it. Maybe I am just to tender hearted, but sitting there looking at him laying on the exam table barely breathing and just looking at me. I called Yvette and we talked about it and I made the decision. The nurse came in and I signed ownership over to the Dr and they took him away. I know it was a painless process and probably kinder than letting him die of sickness. But I still wonder if maybe we shouldn't have fought to save him.
I do want a dog, and given what happened to bear we should be able to get another from Animal Control, but I don't know if I want to go through losing another one so soon.
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