It's been a rough few weeks this summer, and that's without counting this awful relentless heat and humidity.
Starting back in October, my boyfriend had to have his German Shepherd, Dutchess, who was paralyzed from the waist down, put to sleep. Three days later, he found out his 14-year-old Chow/husky mix, Sabra, had cancer. All winter, we stood by her, through surgeries and chemo treatments and injections and supplements. There were still some good times, but by spring, she made it pretty clear she'd had enough of the medications and was ready, and she went to sleep peacefully in mid-May.
At the end of May, my uncle suffered a series of