|A few days ago|
Yesterday, I woke up as usual - around 5:15 am. Lately because it has been so hot, I get up early and Daisey and I go sit out on the patio and watch the sunrise. The birds come to visit - Ms Buster the cat, sits with us and even the neighbor cat, Quinn, stops by to greet us. I hear the neighbors sprinkler system go on and then off and it cools the air. Sometimes, there is even a slight breeze. I drink my coffee, sit and stare -
However, Daisey could not move. She looked up at me. Her hind quarters totally lame. She was panting a lot. I tried to get her to move, but she couldn't. Deep down inside, I kinda knew this was serious, but I wouldn't allow myself to "go there." So I brought her food to her, her water - and sat on my bed until my husband came home. I'd go over to her, and she was fine except for the heavy panting and she couldn't move.
The husband picked her up and brought her outside. Just as he did that, Navy came in the door from his night shift job and helped. She could not stand on her back legs. Her legs were like noodles.
|At the vet the other day - she was depressed|
To make a long story short, we had already spent $385 the other day on x-rays and blood tests - all came back normal except that she had arthritis in her ankles. They wanted to do another x-ray of her spine for another $200 but we decided, even if we did it, what could we do? We had hit the wall.
The husband made the appointment for 1:40 pm. We all sat with her, loved on her and tried to make her comfortable. She was in pain. She did get up with help and stumbled - she was using her upper body and then collapsed. She was dragging her back legs. Pitiful to watch. She kept looking at us - TRUSTING US, to do the right thing.
I hate to see a animal suffer.
|About 2 hours before - she was panting and her legs were like noodles.|
At one point, about 45 minutes before, I told my husband, I couldn't do it. So this nice man, called and rescheduled it for later in the afternoon. I got crazy and started talking about wheelchairs and raising money and then I just KNEW - this was it. It was my final burst of HOPE. He was able to call back and get our 1:40 pm appointment back.
HORRIBLE! We were with her - I hugged on her the whole time. It took 3 shots to tranquilize her. The Vet put the drip IV into her leg and we waited. By the time, the vial was empty, I felt her take her last breath. We stayed in the room with her and cried and cried. I didn't want to leave her. Such a beautiful dog AND such a waste. It all just took me by surprise.
So this has hit my husband and I hard. I've been through this before, but you never get used to it. I keep thinking I hear her - I think I see her out the corner of my eye.
I wish I could get used to this and just accept it. It takes me awhile. She was such a companion to me.