Yesterday and last night was a very long day for me and the missus.
Took my two doggies out for their morning walk as usual down to the paddocks. I saw a cat lurking in the long grass at the top of the field so did they and off went my two greyhounds to introduce themselves to it - at 40mph+ but the cat had plenty of time to escape over the fence. Nothing unusual in that as it happens fairly regularly and they chase rabbits too, so thought no more of it.
Next thing I know is Jenny limping back to me on 3 legs. SHIT! She severely broke her back leg around 6 years ago and it had to be glued and screwed back together again. I had to lug this dog everywhere night and day for 8 whole weeks until the break healed and was £1600 poorer too with the vet's bills.
Same leg, same joint yesterday, the bone had splintered and was sawing through her skin as she was hobbling along back to me. Had to carry the poor thing back home again. The vet said last time she has a weak heart due to her age and another dose of anaesthetic would probably kill her, so I knew what her fate would be when I took her to the vet. I then decided the kindest thing I could do was to put her out of pain and suffering and I have no regrets whatsoever over that decision.
Miss her terribly today