Well I don't want to get everyone on a downer but I had a rotten weekend
We lost our 12 y/o border collie Nicky late Saturday nite, just before midnite,
and I am trying to stay strong for the kids but I can't forget the look of
her as she took her last breaths
While I am happy that I was there for her, I just can't get it out of my mind.
I think she had a stroke or something, at first we just thought that she had
eaten something bad as she was listless and then when we came home
from a friends house late that nite she didn't seem to be able to move
her hind quarters and shortly after lost control of her bowels.
She tried to move her head but she didn't even look like she
recognized us....even when we said her name
She was getting old and we knew that and had been wobbling about
some days with her hips, but just the nite before she was happy and
eating the kids' pizza crusts. Taking her to the vet for an emergency
late that nite just didn't seem an option when she was that far gone
and all I could think of was her on the cold steel table there....
I would rather she just go at home....but I still wonder if we made
the wrong decision and if we would have taken her first thing if
it all would have turned out different.
We got her a few months after we moved here to the farm and I
already expect her to wake to be at my bedside in the morning to let
her out....to eat the kids toast crust (they really missed that this morning too)
and to nudge my arm when I'm sitting her on the computer because
she wants attention. I haven't even been able to tell Mike about her last
minutes because I can't talk about it with bawling


I'm sorry ladies...I just had to get it out