It's time. Za-Za and I are spending the next few days cuddling. She's getting lots of good treats. Dr. J. will be coming on either Thursday or Friday. After a glass of wine, I was able to write the email asking when she was available this week. Fortunately, Za-Za is not in pain and is still eating, peeing, pooping, interested in life, barking at me to help her get up. But, when you have a 125 lb Saint Bernard who can no longer walk (it is a degenerative problem) and you are on a limited budget and know you have to go out of town at the end of April, well, choices are limited. And, when it is a degenerative disease for which there are no drugs that really help improve things, you have to say good bye. I have never been one to make the knee-jerk decision to say good bye if the dog was not in pain. She's not in pain. I am in pain, but she is not. LP--hugs to you. I know how hard it has been and how hard it is to come home and put things away. To think 24 hours ago...a week ago...I've walked this path many times, but this is the first time the dog has had a degenerative disease. The other times the reasons were cut and dry. This time, it is really hard. She is also the last one of the pack...I'll miss her so.
We always wish we had had "one more day." I'm taking those days and holding the memories in my heart.