Post by Deleted on Feb 13, 2013 14:42:48 GMT -5
You were only seven when you left us this morning.
It feels surreal to go down to the living room and not see you curled up on the couch with dad. I keep thinking I hear your little paws and the tinkle of your tags. I had to remind myself not to set food aside for you from the left-overs.
It wasn't a surprise, but it felt like one. For the last week, it's been pretty obvious that you weren't getting better, but I hoped so hard that you would. You had been handling your arthritis well, but suddenly you wouldn't take your pills anymore. It turns out that they had given you an ulcer, according to the vet today. No wonder you had lost weight.
The heat that you never seemed to come out of had me sick with worry. I should have known how serious it was much sooner. How do you explain that, a niggling worry that something is wrong, but nothing to back it up? To loose you to Pyometra, when just a month ago you were as healthy as a dog with arthritis could be.
It hurts so much.
I keep finding your stuff. Your collars and leashes, your bed and your bowls. I added the last of your collars, the one you were wearing today, to the Shrine, along with the others that have gone before you. You aren't suffering anymore. I wish I could ask more than that.
Go in Peace and with all my Love. I miss you.
It feels surreal to go down to the living room and not see you curled up on the couch with dad. I keep thinking I hear your little paws and the tinkle of your tags. I had to remind myself not to set food aside for you from the left-overs.
It wasn't a surprise, but it felt like one. For the last week, it's been pretty obvious that you weren't getting better, but I hoped so hard that you would. You had been handling your arthritis well, but suddenly you wouldn't take your pills anymore. It turns out that they had given you an ulcer, according to the vet today. No wonder you had lost weight.
The heat that you never seemed to come out of had me sick with worry. I should have known how serious it was much sooner. How do you explain that, a niggling worry that something is wrong, but nothing to back it up? To loose you to Pyometra, when just a month ago you were as healthy as a dog with arthritis could be.
It hurts so much.
I keep finding your stuff. Your collars and leashes, your bed and your bowls. I added the last of your collars, the one you were wearing today, to the Shrine, along with the others that have gone before you. You aren't suffering anymore. I wish I could ask more than that.
Go in Peace and with all my Love. I miss you.
She looks like she was a happy dog.
