2 and 1/2 years ago we picked out the runt of the litter boxer puppy and named her Abbott. The first night we had her we let her sleep with us. (assuring each other that this was a one time thing) That little girl didnt miss a night of cuddling my wife and I to sleep every single day for her short life. That just attests to the type of dog she was. So sweet and well mannered. Full of love. A maniac in the park. And most importantly a best friend.
Our little Abbott fell asleep for the last time last night and has moved on. Who would have thought this experience would be so hard and difficult. Always thoughts of what if's. Our relationship with Abbott was perfect. We made each other happy. No matter what. She didn't live in a cage in my back yard. she lived in our home and roamed freely. She truly was a perfect little daughter for us. Of course you good people on this form are the only ones that could really understand that. Thats why I appreciate the opportunity to share my feelings about Abbott.
Abbott caught some form of an infection in her lung. It might have but not likely could of been a tumor. She was being medicated, but with the second rounds of medications she stopped eating and tried to drink water but couldn't keep it down. Her breath became deeper and more rapid day to day. It got to the point that we were just watching our little girl suffer. I called my wife (who is currently on a business trip) with little Abbott rolled up in a blanket at my feet looking up at me with her big brown eyes. I asked my wife to consider putting Abbott to sleep for the last time. It was a difficult conversation and not something to take lightly. We decided if there wasnt any improvement today we would make an appointment.
With the last strength she had she walked to the bathroom, turned and looked at me for a second and then went and layed in her favorite spot on the mat in the bathroom. About a half hour later, she took 3 deep breaths quickly and then became silent. She was a blessing, she was eveything I've ever wanted. I will always love and never forget my little Booger head Abbott doggy.
Our little Abbott fell asleep for the last time last night and has moved on. Who would have thought this experience would be so hard and difficult. Always thoughts of what if's. Our relationship with Abbott was perfect. We made each other happy. No matter what. She didn't live in a cage in my back yard. she lived in our home and roamed freely. She truly was a perfect little daughter for us. Of course you good people on this form are the only ones that could really understand that. Thats why I appreciate the opportunity to share my feelings about Abbott.
Abbott caught some form of an infection in her lung. It might have but not likely could of been a tumor. She was being medicated, but with the second rounds of medications she stopped eating and tried to drink water but couldn't keep it down. Her breath became deeper and more rapid day to day. It got to the point that we were just watching our little girl suffer. I called my wife (who is currently on a business trip) with little Abbott rolled up in a blanket at my feet looking up at me with her big brown eyes. I asked my wife to consider putting Abbott to sleep for the last time. It was a difficult conversation and not something to take lightly. We decided if there wasnt any improvement today we would make an appointment.
With the last strength she had she walked to the bathroom, turned and looked at me for a second and then went and layed in her favorite spot on the mat in the bathroom. About a half hour later, she took 3 deep breaths quickly and then became silent. She was a blessing, she was eveything I've ever wanted. I will always love and never forget my little Booger head Abbott doggy.