The last dog I had loved going for walks. She would see me putting on my “going for a walk” shoes and be waiting at the door with her tail wagging furiously. Even when she got so sick that she could not walk more than a few steps, she still wanted to go. That week, I had to have her put down because she had stopped eating and drinking. Knew it was the end. She had liver cancer. Still miss her 5 years later.
The last dog I had loved going for walks. She would see me putting on my “going for a walk” shoes and be waiting at the door with her tail wagging furiously. Even when she got so sick that she could not walk more than a few steps, she still wanted to go. That week, I had to have her put down because she had stopped eating and drinking. Knew it was the end. She had liver cancer. Still miss her 5 years later.