I’ve been a bit MIA lately. Last Monday, Lady developed congestive heart failure. Ronnie and I brought her to the vet right away and he gave her diuretics and antibiotics. He said that if the medicine didn’t work we would be looking at having to put her to sleep.
The medicine didn’t work and she was suffering more each day. I called the veterinarian back on Friday and we made the incredibly hard decision to make an appointment on Saturday to put her to sleep.
We spent as much time as we possibly could with her on Friday and Saturday. Ronnie and I explained to the kids what was going to happen. We kept it as simple as possible and we told them that Lady was dying, but the vet was going to give her some medicine to make her not hurt when she died.
Ronnie took her in on Saturday morning and they put her to sleep. He stayed with her and I was so relieved to hear that the procedure went quickly. He said she put her head down after she got the shot and it was over. I am so thankful that he took her. I honestly don’t think I could’ve handled it.
She was such a good dog. Not a day goes by that I don’t miss her incredibly. She was our first baby. When Ronnie and I were dealing with failed infertility treatments she was there. She helped us welcome our babies. She was always worried about what the kids were doing. If they would cry, she would run from room to room looking for me. (We’d meet in the hallway and she’d look at me like “Hello! The baby is crying again!”)
She was a member of our family and we all feel like a piece of our hearts is missing. Seeing the kids say goodbye to her Friday night and Saturday morning was heartbreaking. Jordan made a video of saying goodbye to Lady that left me sobbing.
I will miss her snorting and snuffling pug breath. I miss listening to her clicking toenails on the tile and hearing to her beg for people food under the table. I desperately miss her raspy kisses and even miss cleaning her hair off of the floor.
In the end we couldn’t even hold her in our arms because it caused her distress. I put her in the wagon with the kids on Saturday morning so we could get a few photos before Ronnie took her to the vet. We kissed and cuddled her and cried. She was so loved and I hope that my kids never forget how much she loved them back!
She was nearly eleven years old. Her birthday would’ve been on Christmas day. We were so very lucky to have had her in our lives. She was a blessing and I miss her beyond words!