It's been two months since Jasmine got so terribly sick, and died the next day. Today, I am remember how, when she got up that morning, she didn't want to eat, and had a little diarrhea, but didn't seem to be that bad. She slept a little more than usual, but still went out and played with me before I had to leave for work that afternoon. My daughter was home, so I asked her to give Jasmine some extra cuddles and time. I got home at 230 am, and Jasmine got up to greet me, but I could tell she was not back to normal, so I set my alarm for 730 am, to get a vet visit that morning. She was much worse by then, panting with her teeth clenched, and barely able to get up and walk. Her back legs collapsed when she went to do a pee, so I loaded her straight into the car and drove to the vet's office, where they had to carry her in on a stretcher. I got the horrible news that she was too ill to recover, and with my husband via phone, made the awful decision to let her go. She died in my arms after getting the injection, in just a few seconds.
Since then, I have come to realize that I had to let her go, that on top of her blindness and deafness, this last illness was devastating, and she did not deserve to suffer. I look back and think about all the great times we had on walks, playing frisbee, and playing ball. She loved her belly rubs, and grew to love the kisses I'd plant on her face. She was so happy when she learned that we were OK with her sleeping on the sofa and on our bed. She loved her special beds in the kitchen and family room. Oh, she loved her squeaky balls. And I know she loved me. I had her love and trust, and those were so special.
On this terrible anniversary, I am trying to think not of those last moments, but those years of joy, fun, and love. She was the best girl, and I will love her every day. Tomorrow will be difficult, but each day goes on, doesn't it, no matter what.
Please use this thread to share your happy memories of your loved ones.