Anyone Who Wants a Disabled Dog To Die Can Go To Hell...

And being disabled myself yet also human, I have to at least sometimes condemn myself as well (and for hypocrisy at minimum). Yet I remember how I was able to rescue my then-non-disabled cat, Natasha (often called "Tashi" and "Tasha", and other variants-- and I did not rename her.). When Tashi was in her last days, I had to move her upstairs (she was in the basement before; and when she wasn't in the basement-- since she was an outdoor and furniture cat, and my mom had to manage that--, she was roaming around the house and outdoors). And I even built a handicapped-pets' ramp for her to get into her new, makeshift litterbox (She was very sick by then.).