Lois/Lola/Sissy, the kids' sweet 9 year old lab hadn't been on her game for a few weeks. No stealing of sticks of butter off the counter, not much carrying around of toilet paper rolls -- none of her usual hijinks.
Then she stopped eating. Even when we hand fed her chicken and baby food.
So I took her to the lab yesterday for an ultrasound. We got the worst possible results: an abdomen full of cancer. After an evening of tears and going over the possible options (of which there really weren't any), the kids took her to the vet's today for the black needle.
We'll miss her a LOT! She was the middleman between too frisky Lucy and too cranky Walt. I don't know what he's going to do without his life-long companion. And of course the humans who adopted her years ago are in mourning at the loss of their friend.
This is the tough part about pet ownership. Death comes to us all, but we're never ready. At least she is not in pain and I know she's in Dog Heaven, with all the sticks of butter she could possibly want.
5 comments:
I'm so sorry. That is so sad.
Hurray for Heavenly Butter - poor Lois - sad for you guys
Laurie, this is always sad as you said. We lost our girl in April. It is a comfort to know that they knew they were loved. B
Poor Poor Lo Bug! Thinking of you all...losing a pet sucks. Badly. Love you.
so sorry, I know you loved the whole gang.
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