I've never had to make the decision to euthanize one of my own pets. I routinely counsel other people on when the time is "right". But today I finally had to make that decision for Wiggles. He wasn't eating at all, was dull and lifeless in his pen and generally looked painful and miserable. His weight had dropped to less than 4 pounds (he was six pounds in his prime) and I refused to let him suffer any longer than he already had. Early this morning I let him go. I'm sure he has rejoined Holly at the Rainbow Bridge.
Small Talk and the American Mind
1 week ago