Wow...
...sometimes Mondays really suck. After pulling a 12 1/2 hour day, free of lunches or breaks and chock-full of my boss's special brand of crazy, I came home to a puppy in shock.
She was 16 and had cancer, but knowing something is coming and living it are always such different things. We just took her to the vet Saturday and they were impressed with how well she was doing. They got the results of her bloodwork earlier today that said she had an infection. The hubby picked up her antibiotics on his way home but he couldn't even get her to take one. He knew I was having a rough day from the texts we exchanged between meetings and he didn't tell me how bad she was until I got home.
She passed at around 10pm. The Puddle is beyond crushed. It nearly broke my heart when he sobbed that he knew she was going to heaven but he thought we should all go at the same time.
She was 16 and had cancer, but knowing something is coming and living it are always such different things. We just took her to the vet Saturday and they were impressed with how well she was doing. They got the results of her bloodwork earlier today that said she had an infection. The hubby picked up her antibiotics on his way home but he couldn't even get her to take one. He knew I was having a rough day from the texts we exchanged between meetings and he didn't tell me how bad she was until I got home.
She passed at around 10pm. The Puddle is beyond crushed. It nearly broke my heart when he sobbed that he knew she was going to heaven but he thought we should all go at the same time.