My Most Diffficult Decision (continued)

Over the years she became old and brittle and she began to get arthritis in her legs (mostly due to the white trash next door who hit her with his car when she was 2 or 3), so her dying was inevitable. But Lassie hung in there for nine years, and this past summer her leg got run over. When we took her to the vet they put a cast on her leg and said that she probably wouldn't ever heal. If she had been younger she would have healed in no time, but since she was so old and arthritic, she couldn't get up and walk around on the leg. My parents said that we needed to put her out of her misery, and I argued with them vehemently because I didn't want to lose her, even though I knew it would probably be better for her if we got her put down. After about 2 days of struggling with the idea, we took her to the vet to put her down. If anyone (humans and animals alike) deserved to keep living it was Lassie, and I will never forget her.