Am I selfish? Am I cold? Am I right?
These questions will never be answered. I’ll never know what could have been because I made the decision to euthanize Mump before words like needle biopsies, chemotherapy and surgery became her reality. I think I chose well. The poor girl had been through so much that I’ll never know.
Mump is gone, and my heart is sore.
I miss my little weirdo.