Faced With That Dog Decision

How I hate this part of being a pet owner. Old dog, struggling with Cushing’s. Putting on weight. Slowing down. Shorter walks. Unquenchable thirst at times. But still . . .

Bingo, my Beagle, had a good week; eating, poopin’, sleeping to 4ish most days, and enjoying his daily walk, limited as it is. He’s fourteen and white-faced, but not obviously hurting. Frankly, I hope I’m as functional and comfy when I get old. However, I’ve been through this before and know it’s a matter of when, not if, I must put him down. We’ve been together so long that it’s difficult for me to think about. Real difficult.

So when will I relent? I’m doing a role reversal, looking at this from Bingo’s perspective, and thinking it’s me that’s weak, struggling, deaf, and mostly blind. At the same time, I like the bedding, the food’s pretty good, plenty of water, a daily walk to smell the flowers, and I get treats and belly rubs on demand. I can still hop up into the car, most days. I’m not complaining of pain.

Yes, I’ve had some sick days this month, but then again, too few to mention. I’m annoying boss man with having to sometimes take a 3 A.M. potty break, always outside, but so what? He’s not complaining. He loves me almost as much as I love him. He’s my everything. I’ll let him know when I’m hurting. I hope he lets me hang around a while. Isn’t it about time for a treat?