Let me start by saying I am not an overly emotional person, at least on the outside. I am not a crybaby and reality has whooped me in the head a plenty in my life. This week however, has been a rollercoaster. I find myself thinking to much, overanalyzing and second guessing my normal self. I am a take charge kinda girl and am proud of that fact , something my dear mom pressed into my soul at a very young age. The thing is, I have this problem with what to do with "Andy" the rescue dog. I have had him evaluated twice and have all the answers to my questions of his health issues yet I cannot come up with a solution for him. He is not a candidate for adoption because of his age and health issues. I am pretty sure he is in pain most of the day because he whines and stares at me with those beautiful eyes. It is hard for him to walk any distance without panting which is a sign of pain. I do not like playing God and putting animals down because I think it is the best thing. That said I also don't believe in letting them suffer for the persons selfish benefit. Unfortunately I have put several animals down for several reasons and believe me it does not get any easier EVER. I would like to think that I have given Andy lots of love and attention this past week and helped him best I could this doesn't help in my decision though. There is no rush here, just my wobbling thoughts of savior to sadist. With me returning to work this week time will become more of an issue as well. I keep praying for the answer and I believe it will come when the time is right. Till then
Andy and I will be buddies and struggle along together.