Our dog, Honey Bear, was 14 years old and today we had to make the decision to put her to sleep. She’s been sick, one thing after another, for a while and we made the decision in January that if something else happened, we’d let her go. Today she was struck with torsion, which means that her stomach filled with air and got twisted up. She would have needed serious surgery and it would have been hard on her, with no guarantee that she would survive. We talked about it and agreed that we’d stick to our decision to let her go. I held her and stroked her head and told her what a good girl she was. She was very calm and peaceful and our new vet team was so wonderful to her and took such good care of her and of me. I can never thank them enough, or the owner of the kennel, who rushed her to the vet and called me when they noticed that she was in distress.
I am glad she was at the kennel – if she’d been at the B&B with me, she’d probably have suffered and died very painfully while I was at work. This way, I know she was always with someone and that she suffered as little as possible.
She was the greatest dog. Honeyious Bearius, the Lappin Dog. Ever Hopeful. Devourer of cheerios. Faithful lap warmer.
I like to think she’s a a puppy again and has just gone ahead to wait for us to join her someday.
We’ll miss you, old girl. Take care of yourself until we meet again.