Long hard day
Mathilda, our 14 (almost 15) year old doxie, went to the rainbow bridge today. She went out last night or this morning. When Matthew went to feed them, she was missing. We finally located her halfway down the yard in the rain, staring at the fence. Brought her in and dried her off. She refused to eat and just seemed lethargic. Decided to run her to the vet. On the way there, her breathing got bad. Dr. Hillman gave her some meds to help ease her breathing. It did get better for a bit, then started getting worse. Around 11 I took her out to try to potty. She was laying in the sun, enjoying the breeze, but having lots of trouble breathing. Putting her head in my lap. As I brought her back in, she passed out. We decided then to let her go quietly.
This dog has been with me through all the moves, deployments, hassles, etc for so long. She has been my cuddle bug for all her life. Its hard to believe she won't be tunnelling under the covers, barking for her dinner, trying to outbark thunder, going for rides, etc.
I cannot stop crying.
This dog has been with me through all the moves, deployments, hassles, etc for so long. She has been my cuddle bug for all her life. Its hard to believe she won't be tunnelling under the covers, barking for her dinner, trying to outbark thunder, going for rides, etc.
I cannot stop crying.