Mike called as I was on my way to the office and told me "Bailey's in heaven." I wasn't expecting it because last I heard, she was improving greatly. I still don't know all the details because, as I said, I was driving and I got so upset that I had to pull the car over. I ended up going back home because I was due to receive a furniture delivery today and they screwed up the delivery times, so I'll have to go back later. As it turns out, Bailey did have a brain tumor. Mike had just dropped her off at the emergency clinic and was on his way home when they called and told him that she took a turn for the worse. He said (his words), "End it." He didn't go back to be w/his little Bailey. He let her die with strangers. I had given instructions to the vet to call me so that I could be w/Bailey should they need to put her to sleep. But the emergency clinic didn't get those instructions. I'm so sick about this, I can't stop shaking. Mike said "Thank goodness Julie (another friend) was w/me. I don't know what I would've done otherwise." That's when I had to pull the car over. Oh yeah?! Well, what about Bailey? You had someone w/you. Didn't she deserve the same kindness?
I apologize again, friends, for my rant. I don't want to use PT as my own personal forum. But you've all supported me in this and you know my feelings on the subject of helping our beloved pets to the RB. I'm feeling so guilty that I wasn't w/her. What a crappy, crappy day.
The furniture store just called and they're on their way to my office, so I've got to go but I'll check in later. Thanx, friends, for all your loving words and support. And I know that now Bailey appreciates it, too.
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Play hard at the bridge sweetheart 
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