Damn, she was a good dog. I adopted her when she was six weeks old...a beautiful black and white cocker spaniel. She lived sixteen wonderful years. But last month, I felt a lump under her chin. I took her to the vet, and she told me it was cancer, and cutting on it would only make it more aggressive. Her advice was to enjoy our time left. I changed her diet around, feeding her soft food that would be easier to chew. It worked for a few weeks.
Over this past weekend, things took a dramatic turn for the worse. Walking became extremely difficult, and she lost her appetite. I also noticed her torso seemed to be shrinking. It was obvious the cancer had spread. Friends have been advising me that you can look into their eyes, and they will let you know when they`ve had enough. This morning, her eyes let me know.
I made the appointment to have her put down late this afternoon. I stayed with her till the end. They took her to another room to administer a shot to relax and eventually knock her out. The little stinker actually walked back into the lab and the nurse lifted her onto the exam table with a blanket under her. I was left alone with my dog for a few more minutes. It didn`t take long for her to fall asleep. I rubbed the back of her neck, and she really enjoyed the touch. I cried a little, and a few minutes later the vet entered the room to give her the shot to end her suffering. It was sad, but very peaceful. I gave my dog a final kiss on her head, grabbed a few kleenex off the desk to wipe my tears and didn`t look back.
They don`t call them mans best friend for nothing. Long may you run.
Over this past weekend, things took a dramatic turn for the worse. Walking became extremely difficult, and she lost her appetite. I also noticed her torso seemed to be shrinking. It was obvious the cancer had spread. Friends have been advising me that you can look into their eyes, and they will let you know when they`ve had enough. This morning, her eyes let me know.
I made the appointment to have her put down late this afternoon. I stayed with her till the end. They took her to another room to administer a shot to relax and eventually knock her out. The little stinker actually walked back into the lab and the nurse lifted her onto the exam table with a blanket under her. I was left alone with my dog for a few more minutes. It didn`t take long for her to fall asleep. I rubbed the back of her neck, and she really enjoyed the touch. I cried a little, and a few minutes later the vet entered the room to give her the shot to end her suffering. It was sad, but very peaceful. I gave my dog a final kiss on her head, grabbed a few kleenex off the desk to wipe my tears and didn`t look back.
They don`t call them mans best friend for nothing. Long may you run.
