My precious little Boston mix, Whitney, was euthanized on Wed, May 24, 2006. She was 15.5 years old. I loved her dearly. We lost her brother in 2002 and she is now buried next to him under a tree in our yard. She was a small, adorable little girl with plenty of mischief! She was loving and kind and boy did she love to lick faces---anyone's!!!
These past few months were hard seeing her go downhill. It started in Sep 2005 when she started pottying in the house. We found out she had kidney failure, but did fine until this May. Within 2 weeks, she went downhill so fast, she was vomiting, had diarrhea, wouldn't eat, was making weird noises. I KNEW what I had to do. I promised her I wouldn't let her drag on like I did her brother. So, that morning, I called the vet and the appointment was at 11 am. The longest, hardest emotional morning of my life. I cried, I screamed, I prayed to God to take this cup from me, but I knew I had to do it-----for HER!!! I had to stop thinking of me, my sadness, my loneliness. I held her for a long time; she kept falling asleep. I laid her in her favorite spot on the couch; she slept over an hour. I got her up, she actually ate 3 pieces of ham, drank her last water, laid down in the grass for the last time, and just enjoyed the wind and beautiful sunny day.
Her last car ride was hard. The vet was only 2 minutes away. She couldn't stick her head out the window,
but she stood and seemed to enjoy it. The wait in the vet's room was an eternity.
He was very kind and gentle. Within 3 seconds, she breathed her last.
She was already slowly on her way to the other side. It was so peaceful.
I took her home to bury her next to her brother.
I've shed many tears, but I'm so glad she's at peace. I love her, miss her, and hope to be reunited with her and her brother.
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