
On 14 April, we had to have our lovely nearly 14 year old mongrel girl PTS. It was very very sudden, she had been fine up until the Friday before, but became really ill over the bank holiday weekend. She was sick, then she wouldn't eat and became jaundiced. She was in the vets on a drip, and bloodwork and xrays were taken. She had two masses in her abdomen, her liver was failing and her bloodwork was off the chart. We think it was liver cancer. I don't know for sure, because I wouldn't put her through any more time feeling how she felt, which was clearly absolutely dreadful, for tests and biopsies, and we couldn't even try any medication because she couldn't eat. She still wouldn't eat after having been on the drip for 24 hours, and although she was a little brighter, she was not my smiley girl. She was originally my sisters dog, but became mine when my sister died in 2005. So despite just being her loveable old self, she was also a special link to my sister. She was the sweetest most undemanding dog you could dream of.
I brought her home for the day on Tuesday 14th April, and she went to sleep that evening, in my arms for the last time. I loved her to bits and the emptiness and the loss are overwhelming. It was all so sudden - just four days, I can't still quite believe she's gone. Now I feel that maybe I shouldn't have made that decision so quickly, and am now thinking that perhaps we could have tried something. My head tells me I was right, but my heart just keeps on wondering. It is a horrible feeling and I cannot shake it off. Please God that I was right.
Fly like the wind Raff, I hope you have found your 'real' Mum now, and your very best dog friend in all the world, your Abbi.
Bye bye laughing girl, love you forever.
Kat