But she couldn’t get up on her own and could do nothing else but take care of her hurting leg the only way she knew how, and it left a horrible gaping wound and blood on the floor. This was no way to leave a dog alone in the garage on a hot summer day.
Two very nice ladies carried her on her blanket out of the truck and into the office. We followed and were given an examination room. Presently she was carried in with the catheter in her front leg, and we sat alone with her awhile, petting her soft head, telling her how beautiful she was, what a good mama she had been, playing with her ears. The vet came and very gently inserted the needle into the tube and slowly pushed it while we held her and cried and thanked her for staying with us awhile. She smiled, and lay her head in her human mama’s lap, and closed her eyes.
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deep sorrow.
OH, jesus, I'm so sorry, Don.
RIP sweet doggie.
Been there, done that. Sincere condolences - I know how hard it was.
I mean this without the least bit of flippancy: You did well. When my time comes, I hope someone's there who cares as much as y'all did, and who is willing to let me go.
I'm so sorry you lost your beautiful girl. You were a good family to her.
Big hug to each of you.
you did the humane thing. which doesn't make the sorrow any easier to bear, i know. good thoughts, don.
Thank you all. The cancer would have hit her wherever she lived, so she was lucky to have us, and we were lucky to have her. Of the ten pups that survived infancy, we only know of one who's since died. So she's spreading joy still, out there in the world.
Oh, Don. I'm just reading this now. How sad and beautiful and good of you. It's horrible to read and I'm glad you wrote it.
She looks like a dog I would have hugged instantly.
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