Angie was only 9 years old. She was happy and healthy until 3 days before she died. I think that fact makes things easier, but it also makes things harder too (if that makes any sense to anyoneOriginally posted by wolfie
What a beautiful girl Angie was. How old was she? She looks young.
I'm so sorry about your loss. I have (luckly) never lost a pet, but I know that I will miss them forever when they are gone.) She stopped eating and we took her to the vet. They couldn't figure too much out, so we took her to another vet. It was a bad few days. She started falling over and couldn't pee unless I held her up. Finally she was hospitalized and died there with my brother and cousin in the room. It was weird, my dad saw her in the morning and my mom and I saw her all day until we took her to the vet. The only family member she didn't see that day was my brother and once he went she died before he even left. That was at about 7pm and my mom, dad, and me were about to leave to visit her. At just about the time we were getting ready to walk out the door my brother called to tell us Angie was gone. I think Angie wanted to say goodbye to everyone. She died of a blood disease that we never knew she had or how or when she got it.
It didn't help that the vet said 80% of dogs respond to treatment. Well, I guess Ang was in the 20% group.
We got Sylvia one week later almost to hour. I felt like I was betraying Angie, but I NEEDED Syl to get me through it. It's just the way I deal with it. We got Angie 4 days after my RB dog Barney passed away.
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