Dear Debbie,
I have read your post a couple of times and start sobbing every time. It reminds me so much of my sweet Tasha who's cancer moved to her brain. I knew when she woke up that morning something was wrong, bad wrong, but she seemed to improve the longer she was up - then she seized and big time. I, too, let the vet talk me into an injection and new meds to give at home. They didn't help, she kept seizing. But when we walked into the vet's office she acted so good, as if nothing at all was wrong. It shattered me to see her that way after watching her the days prior and knowing why we were there, knowing what she had been thru.
We did the best we could, Debbie. We wanted to believe the meds would help, that the vets really did know, that our sweet girls could get better even if only for a little while. Kona knows that, too. She knows you always did your utmost for her, always.
Stay in touch and talk to us any time. We understand only too well how you are feeling. I don't think the particulars matter - guilt is just part of the grief process. But don't hold on to it for long, 'k?
Our deepest sympathies,
Leslie, Trinket, Brick, Sophie, Fox, Redd, and all our Angels
FRIEND
I lost a treasured friend today
The little dog who used to lay
Her gentle head upon my knee
And shared her silent thoughts with me.
She’ll come no longer to my call
Retrieve no more her favourite ball
A Voice far greater than my own
Has called her to His golden throne.
Although my eyes are filled with tears
I am thankful for the happy years
She spent down here with me
And for her love and loyalty.
When it is time for me to go
And join her there, this much I know
I shall not fear the transient dark
For she will greet me with a bark.
~Author Unknown