there is never a time that i'm not thankful for following my intuition. but there are times that i am especially thankful that i did.
i blogged recently about a stray dog that adopted us. that as a large and dominant dog who appeared to have had little to no affection, we were concerned about safety around the girlchild. but i went with my gut and kept her.
and she turned out to be calm, affectionate, and taking little effort to care for. happy to have found a pack, she forever shadowed us, it was difficult to take an outdoor photo without her in it. and she had accepted me as her pack leader.
she was content to roam alone around the village if we left to visit town. the perfect dog for us. no fuss, calm. a good dog.
and then she got a skin disease. actually had had it all along but it progressively got worse. the vet this evening diagnosed it as untreatable and potentially dangerous to us. her liver was failing. he put her down. and like the compassionate vets they tend to be here, he sedated her first so that she felt nothing.
i cried and cried. i accept death, but domesticated animals, pets, break my heart, because we have created them and then abandon them. they are dependant on us.
i hate the universe for bringing animals into my care that die. this is the 3rd in 2 years. it's so hard on me.
i love the universe in it's infinite wisdom for bringing animals to someone that will give them lots of love for their last days.