Morgie is going today. Her stitches ripped wide open, there’s an infection and it’s just bad bad bad. I have permission from my mom to make the decision (it’s her dog that I foster), and I’m making the decision today. She’s going.
She’s in the vets right now. I’m incredibly sad, but I know I’m doing the right thing for her. And, truth be told, me. It’s been really hard seeing her like this. It’s been an ugly time.