Good Bye To A Dear Friend

Thursday night I went to bring Tabbie in from "hanging out" outside. I rubbed her belly and noticed that it was SO tight and bloated. I could tell that she really wasn't feeling well. I started thinking about how much she's been having "accidents" in the house this last week, this weird licking thing she's been doing, and lastly I realized that she hadn't emptied her bowl in quite a few days.

And she didn't want her treat.

I felt a bit of panic when the realization hit me that I think this is it. I called the vet but they couldn't get her in unless I wanted to pay $80 extra for an emergency vist.

She's 15 years old and is already quite lumpy and I knew there was no way I can spend a lot of money on her, because really, dogs don't live much past 15 anyways.

So we all showered her with lots of love and gave her tons of hugs and kisses and Friday morning I took her in. The vet said it was most likely a tumor in her belly or liver area. So we snuggled on a blanket as she took her final breaths. She went quite peacefully, which I am grateful for.

I miss her so much.