Katernia was a German Short-haired Pointer. She was the most lovable dog I could ever ask for. She guarded my kids and I, followed me everywhere making sure I was protected. When my kids were sick she would sit with them the whole time.
A couple of months ago my fiance and I split up, and I had to find another place to live. Being so busy with the move, and taking care of everything that needed done, I didn't see she had a huge mass on her belly, which was infected, until 5 days after our move.
I had never dealt with cancer before with anyone, or any pet so close to me. Before taking her to the vet, I tried to give her a bath, but with the mass being so hard all I could do was cry and could not finish it. I rinsed her off and took her outside.
She was put on a heavy dose of antibiotics hoping the infection would heal. It did help a little, but the week she passed it wasn't doing enough. I took her out to her favorite place to swim, and to walk in the woods a bit. Two days later she was so bad I had to put her down. That was one of the hardest things I ever did.
I feel so guilty because maybe if I would have payed more attention to her during the move maybe I could have saved her, or made her last month or so a bit better. Even on her last day all she wanted was for me to hold her, and be with her. It breaks my heart so much. I worked that day, came home finding her laying in her bed. I sat beside her and she put her head on my lap. I knew it was time. I took her outside in a shaded area of my yard and held and pet her until her appt. My friends helped me give her a wonderful burial in a wooded part of her yard.
I miss, and love you so much Kat, you will be in my heart forever!
She turned 11 the weekend before she passed away!