Last night at 9:36p our sweet Zelda crossed the rainbow bridge. Within 2 hours of her coming to me looking sick, she was gone.
I’ve never had to personally make the decision to put an animal to sleep, but last night I did. I haven’t slept all night. My eyes are so swollen from crying.
I know in my mind I did the right thing, a tumor on her spleen had ruptured and bled into her stomach. Her chances of surviving the surgery and blood transfusions were low, and even if we put her through all of that, she may have needed chemo. All for an extra 6 weeks of life at most. I rescued her from a bad breeding situation when she was a puppy. For 8 years she has been my protector.
In my heart I feel like I let her down. Maybe I didn’t love her enough, maybe I didn’t give her enough snacks. Enough fun. I don’t know. I just hope she knows how hard it was to make that decision, to not bring her home, to not let her sleep in bed again.