Why do we live in a society where an ominous, unseen but surely clean and sterile white clinic serves the answer to "what happens to old dogs"? Why does it have to fall to me to singlehandedly organize and price check the imminent termination of my beloved dog?
I want nature to take its course. I can clean up dog piss, I've done it my whole life. I can carry him outside, I grew as he aged. I can make sure his old, rattling body gets enough food and water. I can still watch him, and talk...