So, when is enough too much?
We elected surgery with an 80% chance of restored control of the hind legs. I went to see my Princess Leah
last night, took her a dirty shirt to remind her of me. She had tears in her eyes, but I don't think dogs even cry. I sure did after I left.
I want to be positive, but I'm deathly afraid that we simply are making her last few days of life a living hell, and we never should have let them cut her open, just gently send her into the long good night.
