I'm sad to report that, in the contest of whose dog would outlive the other, my family's dog, Maggie, has won. S's family's dog, Muffy, unfortunately was put to sleep today. I'm pretty sure that in the almost three years I've been dating S (and the almost four that I've known him), Muffy never did remember who I was. And I was at his house every day for two years. She was not in a good state, ever. Once, I watched her stare at a wall, nose pressed to it, for a good ten minutes. It was sad, and I know she had been, at the last, having some problems with making it outside to do her business.
Not to say that Maggie is any better. Maggie, in all probability, will only outlive Muffy by a week or so, for while Maggie is still sweet and sane (as opposed to doggy senile), she has to pee every hour or so. And she's already on incontinence pills.
The cat, Allie, of course will trump both animals, and is probably going to live forever, just because she's so mean-spirited and anti-social (though she's gotten better). To survive, however, she having radioactive material shot into her body to kill her thyroid, which is killing her. (Lest you think my mom just can't handle or doesn't want to handle elderly pets. She's forking over a shitload of money to save the cat, so....if Maggie could be saved, I know she would do it.) The procedure is called Radio Cat, and apparently it's legitimate. Interesting, huh? (And Allie's poop will I guess be radioactive for a couple of weeks afterward. Weird, huh?)
I'll probably post a picture of Maggie on the day that she passes out of this world, but for now, here's Muffy. It's a sad day (though not unexpected) for the S family.
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