It`s so hard to find the correct words Trisha ! But I feel your loss and am so so sorry. The best we can hope for is that they are all bounding about and having great fun over the Rainbow Bridge.
Thanks Terry - as you know only too well, even though we know it's coming, that 24 hours before you suspect or know it'll happen is a long drag, and so very hard at the end.
Until Saturday, it had been hard to stop her bounding around on that weakened leg, but once it affected her breathing she slowed rapidly. At least we found that fine line between quality of life and distress for her just as you did with your girl.
I talked to her about going back to the sea, and coffee & chips (a rare treat for her), and bid her goodnight as I always had done. Hopefully, safe with her head in my arms, she was content to drift off.
I'm fine, still haven't managed to take the cards down yet, or the clothes round to Scope though
I can identify with that very well - the day my Dad had the stroke 12 years ago, I brought his clothes home, washed and folded them and they're still in a spare room upstairs where I put them in the hope I'd need to take them back for his return home.
EDIT: Fred decided I had to get up at 6.40 this morning, demanding to be let out, so only about 6 hours sleep
I hoped rather optimistically for 8 hours, but likely only got about 5 ..hard to fall asleep, and the slightest sound when my husband got up woke me again, including the little one barking. She really missed her big pal this morning.
I'm so sorry to hear this. There's something about this year - my cat died, my neighbour's dog died, my electrician's dog died, my sister-in-law's guinea pig died. You did a very kind thing by preventing future suffering.
Thank you - the reassurance is welcome. Even our vet thanked us afterwards for being so kind to her rather than try to carry on for another few days or a week.
Not good when we get a run of unhappy things - I can't even tell my close friend yet (the lady that bred our little one, and owner of Sophie's cousin) because she buried her husband on Monday.
One of our sons has been working at a radio/tv station to fill in for an ex-colleague whose sister is terminally ill with the same thing that took that sons closest friend and also colleague late last year. Sometimes, the world is a really dismal place.