Sorry to let this out on all of you. Tonight I had to put my beloved dog Sasha down. She was my joy since we adopted her in Feb '97. The SPCA said she had been abused by previous dickheads and was to be euthanized at any time. She was so sweet and timid, we had to adopt her.
I knew something was wrong with Sasha for awhile now. For the last few months she has been off. She stopped barking at the mail man, she ate sporadically, she was not jacked up for long walks, etc.. I was in denial I suppose. I realize she was aging quickly, but I kept believing science would give us another 5 years or so.
Yesterday she was fine. She played ball with us in the yard and looked like her old self. Today she was spent and lethargic. She had these days when it was hot and she was tired. I knew something was odd when she looked really spent this morning. I had eggs for breakfast and she slept through it. At 2PM she started breathing deeply, gasping. I knew it was not good. When we got to the vet, they rushed her in, my heart broke. I knew it was grim.
After going to the specialist, I knew it was over . She was suffering as cancer had taken over her liver and spleen. It would be selfish of me to prolong it. I kissed her head as the needle pushed in her final trip. It was so surreal. As she let out her last gasp, her eyes were still open. The vet said her heart beat no more. I slipped off her collar and thanked the vet for her compassion and caring. When I got to the van, it hit me. I lost a big part of my life. I feel so bad for all the times I raised my voice to her silliness. Make the pain go away...
