Very sad weekend. My dog of 16 years (who stayed with my Mom when I moved out) passed away Friday night. My little shih-tzu, Beatrice, was going to be 16 on May 15.
Mom called me Friday night and Beatrice was really sick all day, vomitting and lethargic, so Mom asked me to go to the vet with them. When we got there they said her temperature was extremely high and as soon as he did the x-ray we knew something was terribly wrong. She had a very large mass in her stomach, he suspected a tumor, and fluid around all her organs. He said she was probably in a lot of pain because of it. He then did an ultrasound. The only option was surgery and we all doubted, because of her age, she would survive it, maybe not even the anasthesia. The vet said we could give her something to make her stop throwing up but that would probably only let her live through the weekend. We made the very hard decision to put her down so she could die in our arms. We both held her and said goodbye. One of the hardest things I have ever done. We always said when the time came, we would not let her suffer. We knew her time would be soon, she was really starting to show her age in the last few months, but you are never really ready to let go.
She was a great little dog with a diva personality. My parents bought her for me as a grading present in grade 7 (I’m 27 now!). We are all going to miss her very much.
Goodbye, my little Bea, run and play at the Rainbow Bridge, until we meet again…
