hi lovemyshiba,

She had a metasized tumor that I had removed in Jan of
this year. I had decided because of her age and other
health issues, not to put her through chemo, so I was more
or less staying in denial about her having a problem after
that.

She started breathing a lil' heavy a couple of weeks
before she died, but I thought it was allergy related, because
it seemed better once I started giving her benadryl. The
day before she died, she was still eating and everything.
A couple of days before that, she'd been playing with Oz.
Well taking one of his toys away from him. So I didn't
realize how bad off she was. It all happened so quickly.

I should have realized something was wrong, when she didn't
growl at Murph that morning, but my mind was on a project
I had to get done for work. I got home at 10 that night and
she was sitting on her bed, with her head craned upward,
trying to breath. I scooped her up and put her on the bed
and I was holding her and hysterically asking her if she was
okay. I said "I love you", then she gasped a couple of times and
went limp. So then I was shaking her and hollering at her
to hold on as I raced out with her to the emergency room,
but I knew it was too late. I know she was holding on for
dear life waiting for me to be with her, I just pray she didn't
suffer long that day waiting for me.

Par...