As my boyfriend and I rushed to the vet on a cool seventy degree May night in two thousand twelve we knew the news was going to be horrifying. Our eyes were puffed as tears of sadness rolled down our faces. We knew this was going to be the day we had to euthanize our dog Polly.
Polly was a thirteen-year-old boxer. Around February of two thousand and twelve, Jimmy had gotten up for work and went to let Polly out that morning. She could not get up on her own. Jimmy immediately called me on the phone to tell me what was going on, I told him that I would make her an appointment and take her into the vet as soon as I could so he could go to work. As Polly and I were on our way to the vet later that afternoon I could tell she was in tremendous
Polly was a thirteen-year-old boxer. Around February of two thousand and twelve, Jimmy had gotten up for work and went to let Polly out that morning. She could not get up on her own. Jimmy immediately called me on the phone to tell me what was going on, I told him that I would make her an appointment and take her into the vet as soon as I could so he could go to work. As Polly and I were on our way to the vet later that afternoon I could tell she was in tremendous