“Maggie,” I gingerly touch the dog’s fur, carefully avoiding the scab on her side, which now was yellow. We’d discovered her lying on the road a few days ago. She’d been hit by a car, and had a fairly large open wound on her side. We took her to the vet, who said that there wasn’t really any point in trying to save her, as she was quite old, and not even our own dog. However, we could look after her for a few days – after which she would inevitably die.
Remarkably, she’d survived a week. But now, her eyes were fluttering, her breathing was slowing, and the last of the life in the dog was gone.
Poor Maggie 🙁