A day with Timber

I made to 15 ½ year old today and a 100 in dog years today.

May 6th 2013 7:58 am
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April 30, 2013 – I made to 15 ½ year old today and a 100 in dog years today. Mommy made me cupcakes for my birthday. I slept most of the day again. Mommy took me out for a pee-pee and she was so proud of me. I could stand on all four paws (some of the swelling in my paw went down) and use all of them even the swollen one. We came inside and I wanted to do was lie down. Mommy put me on my bed and I started breathing funny and mommy got so upset. What’s wrong with me? Everything not right I am barking and breathing heavy and then black. I guess I pass out and stopped breathing. Mommy must have thought I died. In a few seconds (seemed like hours) I started breathing again. It took me longer to recover this time. My mind, spirit and heart are strong but my body is weak. I don’t want to leave mommy. She is so sad. Daddy came home and she told him I cannot go on this way and they need to do something for me. Not to be selfish and let me go. Daddy was not ready to let me go, yet. Mommy and daddy try to eat dinner and left me in the living room. I got upset and daddy brought me into the dining room bed and all. I watch mommy eat and wanted her to share her dinner with me... She saved me some and gave me chicken and pasta. Daddy said I was still alert and still knew who they were and he could not put me to sleep. Mommy cried and said I was only going to get worst and it was not fair to me. Mommy made daddy call the vet to come and put me to sleep. The vet was busy and said the seizers would not kill me but my body is giving out. I could call him back up until 10:30pm if we still wanted him to come. The vet told daddy that he was call to another house to put a dog name Timber to sleep and he saved the dog. Daddy thought that was a sign to not do it tonight. Mommy was real upset and gave in. Because, she really did not want to put me to sleep. Mommy slept on the couch again to comfort me but I did not sleep much and cried. She’d get up and move me and hold me and love me and I fall back to sleep for a while. It was the worst night yet.

 
 

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