As time goes by I keep missing my old dog Luke. And I killed him.
His fate was set the day my ex-girlfriend called and said we had to do something about him. At that point she and I couldn't get along anymore, but we did share, amicably, custody of Luke. I'd keep him awhile until I had to take a trip, then I'd pass him to her. She'd do the same. He seemed happy enough to be with either of us and ran eagerly into whichever house he was revisiting.
Now there were to be no more returns. He had pancreatic cancer, she reported, and an operation would cost thousands of dollars, and the vet wasn't encouraging about the outcome. Also, Luke's hip displasia had become so severe that he had difficulty getting up, and the condition had led to pelvic nerve damage, and he was losing bowel control.
Wasn't it time to put him down? Would I go with her to the vet's, for support?
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