Manola, my doggie, is old. She is about 15 years old and can no longer knock me down.
She had a huge gash on her leg that needed some treatment.
Problem was that the vet said if she put her under, there was a chance she might not wake up again.
We took actions into our own hands.
Dad called “Doc” who is pretty much our personal doctor to come and help stitch her up.
We had to hold her down.
She was crying in pain while administering the local anesthetic.
I almost cried myself.
She was not a happy camper.
But…it worked. She is healing.
She can semi run again.
And I can hug her forever.
We have two other dogs, but they are small, annoying and evil.