Time to Make the Call

It’s time to put Ace down.

In the morning I’ll call the vet and make an appointment.

I hoped he’d die in his sleep.

That would have been so much easier for both of us, especially me.

Instead, he was standing outside the bedroom door this morning waiting to be fed.

He still eats his kibble and follows me around the house and yard, but he’s unsteady on his feet. Twice in recent days he fell and couldn’t get up.

I heard his frantic cries and rescued him, lifting him back to his feet and holding him until he could regain his balance.

But it will only get worse. He’s old and there’s no cure for tha...