Monday, November 06, 2006
Thor, Nov. 1999 - Nov. 2006
We took Thor to the vet today to have him examined for some health issues that were also affecting his behavior. The prognosis for recovery turned out to be very poor. In the meantime in his pain and irritability, he had begun biting the children very, very badly. Max on the face and arm. Milo on the hand. Ben on the chest. The vet could not offer hope for improvement. She recommended he be put down.
I don't much worry whether he'll get into Heaven. I've never seen a door he couldn't slip through. I held him as he slipped into sleep. Then I took off his chain and his collar. He is free. G'bye, Thor, Dog of Thunder.