March 17, 2011
We helped our beautiful Irish Border Collie to the bridge at 8:20 on this St. Patrick's Day morning. She had some chicken breast for dinner last night, which made us so happy. But this morning at the vet, we saw that the tumor had almost completely occluded her trachea and if he did more surgery, she'd have to have a trach and would probably live a week or two at the most. We chose the most humane thing to do. We were hoping that we could give her more time, but her life was turning into misery for her. My DH always used to say about Mittens, that she "never had a bad day--no matter what, she'd find something to do that she loved." But now she was having very bad days and we couldn't let it go on.
I am in shock right now. I guess this is the brain's way of protecting you from totally falling apart. But I know once this wears off, I'm going to realize that our lives will no longer have our beloved Mittens in them. I feel as if I have been gutted--I'm empty inside. When we got home without Mittens, Daisy began shaking and running around looking for her; when I showed her Mitten's collar and lease and put her blankets in the washing machine, I think she understood that her sister was not coming home.
I was wondering if someone could help me put a little halo over MIttens' head on my signature.
I will post in Remembrance when I'm able to. I just can't do it right now. I used to say that Mittens was my best friend, and she really was. I feel lost now, without her.
Lynn