Our beautiful, beloved Toby is gone. We will never forget the sickening "whump-whump" of the tires as he and his brother Barney welcomed us home in our driveway for the umpteenth time, nor the sounds a mortally wounded dog makes, trying to get up but unable, yelping in terror and pain. Our Vet-Hospital Doctor-on-call met us at their clinic and after a quick evaluation said that he needed to go to the Animal Emergency Center in Collinsville. It was an hour away but we made it in less, and Dr. Anheuser was waiting for us. She offered lots of sympathy and some slight hope, the first futile but appreciated, the second clung to like drowning people to a scrap of lumber. Over the next four days they did their utmost with medication, testing and transfusion, and loved him like we did. But in the end we came to see that we were doing him no favors by keeping him alive and they were in ultimate agreement that we needed to put him down for his own sake. At least they had been able to keep him pa
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