I am watching this dog and her younger house mate. I am pretty positive that these are her last days. Her owner has refused to take her to the vet and is now avoiding my phone calls. I’ve had to carry her up the stairs the past few times I have watched her. Today, I have had to carry her everywhere.
I took her outside. She just looked up at me, and her eyes were so sad and said, “why am I still here?” and I just sat next to her and loved on her and cried and cried and cried. It should always be fun to be a dog.