Sad day . . .

Macy was coughing in the middle of the night and having a hard time breathing.

I called the Emergency Vet and they told me to bring her right in.

I got all the kidlets up and took them over to LBCG's to drive Macy to the EV.

There they assessed her and started her on medicine to relieve the fluid in her lungs and gave her oxygen. They kept her there for two hours and gave her three doses of the medicine but she did not improve.

She was then transferred to our regular vet.

I knew when they brought her out to me that it was the end.

She had this vacant look in her eyes that I'd never seen before.

She could hardly breath and kept coughing up fluid.

When we arrived at my regular vet a few minutes later he came out to tell me that he didn't think that she would get better.

I knew that.

I knew that she was failing and I didn't want her to suffer a minute longer than she needed to.

I called my mom so that she could say goodbye to Macy over the phone.

Macy didn't say anything back.

I think she was just waiting.

It was very fast.

I held her in my arms and talked to her.

And she was gone.

She was a good, good dog and I loved her very, very much.

She had fourteen great years and was loved by a lot of people.

And I'll always love her and remember how great and pretty she was.

She had two nicknames: Woo, and Biggie. Woo, because she was so pretty (woo-woo!) and Biggie because she was so little. She was Biggie Woo.

She did NO tricks and didn't listen. But she was good and nice and sweet. She loved me a lot and really loved my Mom and LBCG.

She hated to go out in the rain. She was prissy that way.

Her favorite thing to do was sleep with me.

And get treats.

And eat canned food.

She got to do all of those things yesterday and I'm glad.

I'm glad that she didn't suffer long and that I did everything that I could for her. I'm sure she appreciates being where she is now.

I hope it's a nice place.