I'm brought back to the harsh reality of rescue: when is it "enough" or when are you doing more harm than good?
The words of a Kenny Rogers' song is in my head right now:
you gotta know when to hold 'em,
know when to fold 'em,
know when to walk away,
know when to run.
This is always the hardest part of rescue- deciding when is it ok to quit. It's possible to spend massive amounts of time and money trying to keep one beardie alive, but are you just prolonging their agony? When is it ok to let the beardie go and stop the injections, the force-feedings, the stressful interventions?
Sometimes a sick beardie takes that choice away from you and simply dies, but more often than not, it's up to you to decide to fight for a life that may or may not be possible or to graciously allow a sick body to die.
My goal with JoJo today is to keep her warm and comfortable and to limit her stress. I am not sure if she will make it through the day or not, but she, at the very least, will be safe & warm & loved.
And I, like always, will second guess myself and wonder if I could have, should have, would have done more . . . .
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UPDATE: JoJo is alive and doing well. :) she ate on her own today (Nov 16, 2014) and may be on the upswing.
