But I can't.
I'm just to sad.
We had to have our sweet little Millie (or Minnie as she was more often called) put to sleep.
She got sick Wednesday morning, and I took her into the vet. After a ton of tests and a night in the doggie ICU, and another in the regular hospital, it was determined that she had severe pulmonary hypertension. Like high blood pressure? Not exactly. Not a good thing for a dog. Possibly caused by her collapsing trachea problem or perhaps from throwing a clot into her lungs.. they weren't sure. Either way, same treatment with the same ending......
The prognosis wasn't good, but all 3 of the vet's on the case felt that it was manageable, with good quality of life for a while. So home she came on Friday.
Friday night she took a turn for the worst and there was only one choice. The choice I hate more than anything. But, I couldn't let her suffer.
I went. I've never gone before for the euthanasia. I wouldn't hesitate again. It was peaceful and I was there for her. It was the greatest gift I could give her. Peace.
I am an ugly cryer. Some women are beautiful when they cry... me...Really ugly. I am sad, and I look like I went a few rounds with Mike Tyson.
Actually, I feel like I did too.