Over the rainbow
(9/16/1995 - 07/27/2008)
We made the decision to put Wrinkles down. She had diabetic ketoacidosis after throwing up for 2 days. She couldn't even take water without vomiting. Her sugar was off-the-charts. The doc thought she might have dementia along with all her other problems (blind, deaf, arthritis, diabetic, inability to stand for more than 5 minutes, had to use the wall as guides to go wherever, and had no sense of direction). At nearly 13, she had outlived most pugs. It was a hard decision and hurt like hell, but it was the right thing to do. I just wish I didn't feel so terrible.
Mom thinks she did a lethal injection, which she really didn't. She stopped a creature from being suffering. It feels so weird to be in the house without hearing her. I was petting her as the pink cocktail took hold. Petting her as she died. I just. Yeah.
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