Zaneta, it's exactly how I feel. My girl would've felt safe in my arms in her last moments. Instead, she died in an oxygen cage terrified. She was semiferal, a scared little dog. I can't forgive myself for making that decision. She spent 36 hours there and probably her heart gave out.
She wasn't terminal when she went in, but vet said she'd have a much better chance if she was treated at the hospital for two days. Her anxiety symptoms were like pneumonia, they should've known. She had no fever, lungs were sounding good, no coughing. I can't stop crying..
Thank you, Sayuri,
I have never been with any of my dogs when they were passing because the first one was lost when I was a few year old child. Then, I had a mother and daughter my parents bred and after few years they gave away the daughter to my uncle in the countryside far away from us and she had a happy life. Any time I visited, I would give her a bath and she slept with me in bed. However, she got cancer and my uncle was poor so he shot her without consulting my parents to pay for her care. I was young I don’t know if they would do it anyway. They had her brother before she was taken by them (uncle and my grandma). I visited once for summer and was walking with this beautiful dog through the village when a crazy motorcyclist hit him. I was young and nobody was with me. This poor baby was in the ditch with a horrible injury of his thigh split open like almost completely separated from the body. My uncle shot him. Then back home my beloved dog of many many years. The mother of these two poor things was decided to be given away to my other uncle on the farm far away. She was a senior who went through a lot before when yet we adopted her from a third uncle when she was 2 years old and he abused her horribly to the point she was aggressive to me. However, when she finally arrived to our home she was my lovebug for many many years. I don’t know how she passed. That uncle said she walked away from the possession after two weeks my mom gave her away. I wish (even I was young and had no power) to try to convince my mom not to give her away. I have been main care taker of all my dogs my entire life. Even she passed about 25+ years ago without me knowing how, I still cry for her because I love her so much and I cried last June for her for hours. One month before my beloved 14,5 year old Bella drowned in my pool. I think Diana knew and was waiting for her. But...I promised Bella that she would be my first dog I’d be with her to the end and again I wasn’t that’s why it’s harder than it’s supposed tibe