I am not opposed to euthanasia. Not for aggression...not for illness...and not for emotional well being. I'm other words I have never been a "every dog MUST be saved!" kind of gal. Sometimes a dog is so damaged that he is dangerous. Sometimes a dog is so ill that he is suffering too much to keep trying to save him. Sometimes a dog has been caged too long waiting for a miracle adopter and he has disappeared into an emotional hell. In those cases, give me the needle. I'll do it myself. I HAVE done it and I'm not ashamed of that.
Two vets recommended euthanasia for Suzie and they were not wrong. She was emaciated, pissing blood, had glucose levels off the charts, had a pretty severe heart condition, was blind and elderly and had no current owner. Euthanasia made sense frankly. But when this little dog lifted her bony, sunken head and turned her sightless eyes toward me and wagged her tail...I was a goner.
Eight months have gone by since we picked up Suzie from my friend Sam at Random Rescue. She has gained 12 lbs. Her diabetes is under insulin control. Her urinary tract infection is healed. She AROOOS like a wild thing at suppertime and eats like a lumberjack. Her heart may not work very well but the love it carries is pure and flawless.
She still wags her tail every time you speak to her.
Thank you Sam.
Thank you Dr Rob Macpherson.
Thank you Suzie for keeping my faith and optimism alive in a harsh world.
