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Just as the veterinarian injected the poison in to my dog's veins, it looked up at me, as if to plead.
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thenewgreen · 3445 days ago · link ·
My dog had been languishing in bed for weeks, I had to carry him outside so he could go to the bathroom. His legs were swollen like balloons and his eyes were droopy and drugged. He was dying. Then, when the vet arrived at our door, he sprang out of bed, barking out the window. It was the most life I had seen out of him in weeks. It was enough to make me question the necessity of what I was about to do and at that point, the last thing you need is more doubt. It sucked.