Starr

My family's dog is name is Starr. She is a 12 year old (84 in dog years) German Shepard. She is gentleand loving and has greeted me at the door everyday that I've lived here. She is smart and a bit silly and until recently has always acted like a puppy.

She has been at the animal hospital since Friday. She had a fever of 104 and has been miserably sick since Friday. We were hoping it was just something she ate. The veterinary clinic has basically ruled out all possibilities of it being anything but cancer in her spleen, stoamach and intestinal track. As painful as it is, we are going to put her to sleep. We decidied that, if she is going to spend the last years of her life having surgery done every other month or kemotherapy which could kill her at her age, she will have a horribly miserable life ahead of her. I want to try to save her but I know she is suffering and as much as I am going to miss her, I don't want her to suffer anymore.

Some people might just think, "Who cares, it's just a dog.". Starr has kept me company when I was alone. Starr has been my alarm clock, cheered me up, and has just been there fo me. Anyone who has had a pet knows what I am talking about. It is going to be hard to adjust to live without her. I am honestly still getting over my cat. I wake up some nights from dreams that she is still alive. I really do get attached to animals I guess.