Breezy is gone.
The tumor was a malignant sarcoma. The specialty vet said they could try to operate, but he was not optimistic. If Breezy were stronger, I might have tried the surgery, but this afternoon, she started going downhill quickly. Panting, incontinence, and she had not eaten in a couple of days...no matter how much I bribed her. As brave as she was, I could tell she was in a lot of pain.
I had a vet come to the house this evening. She euthanized Breezy on our back patio where she loved to watch birds. My husband and I both cried, of course. I told her how honored I was to be her mother. And she just drifted away. The vet took her away in her own bed on the front seat of her car. She will be cremated.
I did not know that last night was her last night with us, but I sensed things were wrong. I woke up at 3 a.m. and stared at Breezy until 6 a.m. She wasn't sleeping...just lying there and staring back atme. She knew something was wrong too.
At about 1 a.m. I got a special surprise. We have a ramp so the girls can come up on the bed with us. Breezy, who had been sleeping on her bed on the floor, came up the ramp and stared at me. Then she lay down on her side with her back against my back. I always loved feeling that doggie heat on my back. Oh how I will miss her.
I can't believe how quickly all of this happened. One week ago, she was acting like her normal spunky self. From the first vomiting episode until the end, it was only 5 days.
I will find a photo and post it. She was the most charming, charismatic little dog.
