Last night, our sheltie Benny seemed to be having some trouble getting around. Which isn't all that unusual. He's almost nine years old, so definitely getting up there in the age category, but this was so unexpected. I really hadn't forseen it coming, although part of me kicks myself for not.
Yesterday, the dog seemed had no balance and couldn't walk in a straight line, so my mom and my sister took him to our town vet. Who looked at him, prescribed some pills for inflammation and set us on our way. However tonight, Benny seemed to be much worse. By the time eight o'clock rolled around, he could barely stand, wasn't eating or drinking at all. When he started throwing up and loosing control of his body functions, we rushed him up to the bet in Calgary although by this point it was pretty obvious that we were losing him.
Safe to say, he didn't make it.
So now I dunno what to do. We're down a dog, which might not seem like a big deal but our animals are a big part of the family with us. We just lost someone very close and it hurts. Very much so.
I'm probably gonna call into work in the morning and say I won't be in because of this.
God... it hurts.
( The Rainbow Bridge )



