What keeps rolling around in my head is that Louie was old. I wanted to wait and get a second opinion. All I could do was think about what sort of pain he was in. A break like he had would have had a human screaming and demanding pain killers.
We'd had to wait for their surgeon to operate on him. My Louie was in pain NOW.
I keep thinking that we could have waited a day for a second opinion.
But there was no guarantee of anything. He could have died on the table.
I think, I have to believe that I did what was best for him.
I have to believe that or this will break me even more than I am.
This is a full house but it is a quiet house. Too quiet.
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