Oh Michele, my heart goes out to you and your family. I work on a farm with greyhounds and collies. Over the last fourteen months we have lost seven sweet dogs, four collies and three greyhounds. Most were old. Two collies died in their sleep, two collies died for unknown reasons. One greyhound had kidney disease, one had cancer, and the vet could not find the cause of the deterioration of the third greyt. The greyhound with the unknown illness kept fighting right up to the end. We kept deciding to help her to cross the bridge, and she would suddenly perk up and improve. But it was so temporary. When we did take her, she still acted like she was not ready. But her body just was not cooperating with her spirit. She had gone from the most beautiful Polly to an unrecognizable skeleton. We made the decision then that we would rather help them cross the bridge one day too soon than one day too late, as we had for Polly.
Believe me, sometimes all the vet and human care in the world just does not make a difference. I believe now that it is my responsibility to do the hardest favor ever, and allow my sweet dogs to pass with dignity. The time comes when all avenues have been exhausted, and we must let them go. They have given us their "all" and now it is time for us to respect them.
I still mourn for our losses, and am crying as I write this. There is no running from this pain, and each is as painful as the last loss. I try to think of the good times and their antics and their fantastic lives.
You will be in my prayers.
sue