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My wife brought home a dog that was surrendered at a clinic in Arizona. The people that surrender her had her for 15 years. She was old, blind in one eye and partially blind in the other, and her back legs were getting weaker by the day. The way my wife made it sound was that we’d foster this old girl for a bit cause she’d probably die within a few weeks and we just wanted to give her a good easy life, for however short it may be.
This old girl was a working dog down in the 4 corners region, brought back from the reservation (rez dogs). Rez dogs are a huge issue down in SE Utah and the 4 corners region. They’re usually working dogs that stay outside for most of their lives and act as herders or protectors for families. We do what we can to help out with the growing population by fostering or transporting dogs to other fosters, and my wife volunteers at the spay and neuter clinics.
About a week ago we had to make the decision on what we should do. I mean this dog was 15, she wasn’t going to get any younger. The trouble is, you see an older dog on a good day and think that somehow they’re gonna get better, younger, and live awhile longer. The shitty part is, that’s not how it goes. Usually you end up waiting it out cause you don’t want to make that tough decision, and then when you finally take them to the vet, you’re wishing you did it long before then, so they didn’t have to suffer until this point. Today we took Martha Stewart (her name was Norma but I thought she looked more like a Martha Stewart aka Marty Stew aka Marty aka Smarty) to the vet to put her to rest. She stayed with us for quite a lot longer than those few weeks my wife thought she would’ve lived for, and I’m glad. I love dogs, and I think everyone should give it a chance and try to adopt or rescue if they can. But no matter what, when a day like today comes, it just sucks. So go tell them again how they’re such a good boy or girl. Make sure they know it.
This old girl was a working dog down in the 4 corners region, brought back from the reservation (rez dogs). Rez dogs are a huge issue down in SE Utah and the 4 corners region. They’re usually working dogs that stay outside for most of their lives and act as herders or protectors for families. We do what we can to help out with the growing population by fostering or transporting dogs to other fosters, and my wife volunteers at the spay and neuter clinics.
About a week ago we had to make the decision on what we should do. I mean this dog was 15, she wasn’t going to get any younger. The trouble is, you see an older dog on a good day and think that somehow they’re gonna get better, younger, and live awhile longer. The shitty part is, that’s not how it goes. Usually you end up waiting it out cause you don’t want to make that tough decision, and then when you finally take them to the vet, you’re wishing you did it long before then, so they didn’t have to suffer until this point. Today we took Martha Stewart (her name was Norma but I thought she looked more like a Martha Stewart aka Marty Stew aka Marty aka Smarty) to the vet to put her to rest. She stayed with us for quite a lot longer than those few weeks my wife thought she would’ve lived for, and I’m glad. I love dogs, and I think everyone should give it a chance and try to adopt or rescue if they can. But no matter what, when a day like today comes, it just sucks. So go tell them again how they’re such a good boy or girl. Make sure they know it.