Small

I hate goodbyes. Even when we have known the goodbye is coming. Our small, old lady is pretty old. She had two heart attacks in June. We did chest compressions and got her heart beating again both times. I didn’t think she’d make it this long. But now she’s starting to feel miserable. And we don’t want her to suffer.

The bigger dogs have taken turns staying with her, watching over her, and making her feel loved. She has been “Aunt Kippy” to both of the bigger dogs, as they came to the house as puppies. She took care of them and now they are taking care of her.

Tonight I am thankful for a mobile vet that will come out to the house. We had a consultation this morning. And they are coming out tomorrow for euthanasia. She won’t have to go in the car – which she hates. She won’t have to be in a strange place – which would scare her. She’ll get to be at home and we’ll get to give her love, as we say goodbye. ❤️