I'm not sure how I came to be such an animal lover. It had to start as a young kid and I have tremendous empathy for any and all animals except the ones that had a desire to maim or kill me. For instance, I don't get my jollies when I see snakes especially the kind with venom showing their fangs..
When I was 10 I shot a turtle dove dead with my bb gun and right away felt like throwing up. The next step was to go to confession. Evidently, I never got over it.
One week ago I gave my Charlie a close look and was appalled at what I saw.
The whiskers had turned white. It made me sad. I've also noticed he sleeps a ton more than before and doesn't have the energy once exhibited. Chaz turns 8 on January 14. I checked out the life expectancy of Cairn Terriers and it's between 12-14; still too young.
It's a fact of life about animals and our love for them. I had written earlier that God only messed up once and that was when He gave dogs such a short life span.
We went to the dog park and he gave me a ray of hope. He tried to hump two other dogs.
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