Last night Shilo wasn't able to stand up again. She tried and tried, but the back legs wouldn't work. She was yelping and barking for help. So my dad, Jim and Marissa (thank you btw) went with me to the vet. She could have received some steroid injections as well as some crazy treatment that may or may not have worked. Or there was the other option.
Given her quality of life lately, and the pain I'm sure she was in as well as staring into her eyes and seeing how tired she was, I elected the other option.
It was really hard to do, and I still haven't fully let it sink in, but I sat there with her and said goodbye. I blink right now and I see her sitting there, but then I think about all the good times we had, and how she's not in pain now. I'm sure I may write another post on Wednesday when I have to put the dog house and bed out for trash night. Just wanted to update everyone.
I love you Shilo!
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It'd really hard to have to put a pet down. I've been there myself. zjust think of it as the last gift you could give to them, she is no longer suffering.
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