Bob at the Rix Mix asks, "Do animals go to heaven?" I don't know. I'm not really convinced of heaven either way, let alone the rules on who goes.
I was in my car yesterday morning, in the rain, thinking about information. When I was in college, I didn't have internet and rarely had access to a TV, let alone cable. So, if I had to make a decision based on weather, I heard the day's weather report on the radio or just looked out the window. "Yeah, bring the umbrella today," I'd decide, based on that information (somehow it rained the better part of four years in Delaware.) Now, I have an indoor/outdoor thermometer with barometric pressure readings, 24-hour weather on TV, and access to the internet where I can get radar pictures and dozens of predictions. Do I really need all that to decide whether to bring an umbrella today?
So, I've talked to the vet. A lot. They've done bunches of tests and they can do more. But the fact is, she's almost twelve- average life expectancy for a retired racing greyhound. They can test more, check more, get more accurate diagnosis, and find out lots more information. However, I looked out the window and I see the rain coming, and it's not far off anymore- it's time for the umbrella.
I brought her home yesterday morning in the rain. She had a day at home on her couch and a night in her own bed. Today, she went back to the vet's office, for the very last time. Toasty's race is run.