I thought she was a goner. My partner and companion of almost five years could not poop nor pee on her own. Being a farm girl, I thought the next action would be the last one. I was determined to take care of my best friend. Taking care meant stopping the pain. If the pain ended; so would she. Our togetherness would be over–forever. Instead, my faithful spouse took the reins of decision making. Research on the web led him to believe a hip replacement was possible. Not for a dog; but, for my best friend. I agreed.
Sue has been given a second chance and I have learned, once again, not to underestimate her will to survive.