May 18 2007
a man and his dog
Welcome to Flashback Friday!!
When Hubby was a boy, his parents bought him a gorgeous yellow lab who he named Dusty. Dusty was a dear friend and confidant for Hubby.
As Hubby got older, Dusty had to be left behind at his parents’ house as Hubby went off on life’s various adventures, like college and, well, marrying me. Our first home was a dark, dank, dismal basement apartment and dogs weren’t exactly, um, allowed.
So Dusty lived with Hubby’s parents. But Dusty was still very much Hubby’s dog. Hubby would go and visit him all the time, and did as much as he could to take care of the dog, though of course much of the burden of care was with his parents.
One day, Hubby went to visit Dusty, and Dusty wasn’t there. Hubby’s parents had decided that Dusty was too old and uncomfortable and it was time to put him down. No one ever got permission from Hubby or even mentioned it to him. Hubby had to find out after the fact. He’d never gotten to say goodbye to his dear old friend.
It was very painful for my sweet Hubby.
It’s a sad story, to be sure. But here’s where it hits so close to home:
Now that I’M living with Hubby’s parents, is Hubby gonna come home from work one day and discover that they’ve euthanized ME?
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