Early this morning, in the still wee hours, I heard Sydney crying. It's storming and she gets very afraid. Actually, I thought it was SCOUT crying so I sent my husband down (all things to do with Scout fall under HIS purview because he is the misguided soul who brought Scout home in the first place.) and he found Sydney in a pool of her own urine, unable to get up. She'd had one of those heart episodes again, only this time, she hadn't been exerting herself prior to it, unless the fear of the storm brought it on.
She's okay now --even ate a bit of breakfast. But...
If you wouldn't mind praying that she goes peacefully on her own and that I don't have to have her put to sleep, I would really appreciate it. I haven't found a vet who will come to our house yet and the idea of putting her in the car to take her to her end is more than I can bear to think about.
I think one way or the other, though, she's in her last weeks, maybe week. It's been almost a YEAR since her stroke and the bee incident and we didn't expect to have her this long.
Oddly enough, this doesn't make losing her easier now.
In fact, I'm pretty sure my heart is breaking. If you sit still, I bet you can hear it from where you are.
I love you, Syd. Go easy and go home. I think it's closing time.
So stack those chairs upon those tables
And stack those empties upon that bar
And count your money
And count my money
And hear those bottles ringing
You know where you are
Unplug them people
And send them home
It's closing time
The night's all that's left behind
You take your part and I'll take mine
And go on home
It's closing time
"Please do not dwell upon my death,
but celebrate my life."
Snuggle the old dog. Just snuggle.
But I can't do that. I've done it, just to end my best friend's suffering, but it surely wasn't an easy thing to do, and I cried for days after just missing her--I'd see her ball in the yard, or the pile of dirt left from where we buried her--the shadows would be in just the right places as to look like she was simply laying there on top of the mound, and you did a double take and sure enough--they never do leave your side, you know--even after they're gone from this world--they follow you into the next.
So sorry that Sydney is not doing well. Our Beta fish has stopped eating and barely moves - we know his time is near. I know Jared will boo hoo over his fish when it finally passes - we'll all be sad -but I know it will be a lot harder to loose Syd. We'll pray that she goes in peace.
I'm so sorry about Sydney. I know how you feel so much, having just put my beloved Oscar to sleep 3 weeks ago. There is no easy way out of this I'm afraid.
Don't be afraid to take Syd if you have too. Vets for the most part are kind people. When I took Oscar, cried the entire way there, broke down cried in the waiting room, then held him as he went.
Now...I know I did what was best for him and for me. I have total peace around it, and even though I miss him daily, I am peaceful about it.
I'm not saying to do it my way by any means, I'm just saying, do it in the way you can live with and feel peaceful about in the end.
You will be in my thoughts and prayers as will Syd and your family. I'm just so sorry.
Sometimes the hardest, and most heartbreaking, decision to make for our pets is the final way to show them how much we care...