CJR
the dreamer
I'm not trying to complain unecessarily, or be whiny, or anything like that.
When I saw the ad for Tia on Craigslist and did research on chins, I knew it would be hard. I knew I would have to win her over, that chins take a lot of love to convince. I knew all of that. I was ready for that. I was ready for the biting, the barking, the trying to get a little critter that doesn't like you to like you.
But the fact that she has a broken pelvis... I wasn't ready for that. I wasn't ready to force her into a little carrier, to hear her crying because she hurts, to not be able to let her out to play, to not let her dust, to see her fur get scruffier and scruffier. She didn't eat any of her pellets again today. She's very underweight, she was 600g at the vet last week.
Hearing her cry kills me. She scrunches up in the back of the carrier and just cries when her Metacam wears off.
Seeing that she hasn't eaten kills me. I wasn't ready for this and every day I wonder if maybe she would be better off with someone who actually knows what they're doing, with someone who knows how to take care of chins. Or something. I don't know. Or maybe she would be better off put down.
It kills me to think of that.
I want her to be healthy and happy and I want her to heal, but I don't know if I can take the healing process. Seeing animals in pain/distress just ruins me, you know?
I don't know what to do.
When I saw the ad for Tia on Craigslist and did research on chins, I knew it would be hard. I knew I would have to win her over, that chins take a lot of love to convince. I knew all of that. I was ready for that. I was ready for the biting, the barking, the trying to get a little critter that doesn't like you to like you.
But the fact that she has a broken pelvis... I wasn't ready for that. I wasn't ready to force her into a little carrier, to hear her crying because she hurts, to not be able to let her out to play, to not let her dust, to see her fur get scruffier and scruffier. She didn't eat any of her pellets again today. She's very underweight, she was 600g at the vet last week.
Hearing her cry kills me. She scrunches up in the back of the carrier and just cries when her Metacam wears off.
Seeing that she hasn't eaten kills me. I wasn't ready for this and every day I wonder if maybe she would be better off with someone who actually knows what they're doing, with someone who knows how to take care of chins. Or something. I don't know. Or maybe she would be better off put down.
It kills me to think of that.
I want her to be healthy and happy and I want her to heal, but I don't know if I can take the healing process. Seeing animals in pain/distress just ruins me, you know?
I don't know what to do.