My little Bailey, almost thirteen years old passed away. Her kidneys were falling, she was not drinking water or eating.
I remember the day I picked her out from the other puppies. I wanted a little girl and found out that somebody bought the last two girls. As much as I wanted a girl, I picked out a boy and named him Harley. A few days later the people selling the puppy said that the two girls that were sold they decided to bring them back. I got my little girl, my Bailey.
I was taking her to the vet each day for fluids, which helped, but she was not eating anything I gave her or what the veterinarian gave her. I tried feeding her from my hand, a spoon and bringing the bowl to her.
My husband and I have had five dogs within our 33 years of marriage. Four Labrador retrievers and a west highland terrier. I can’t do this anymore, it breaks my heart. I would look into her eyes and she was looking back, but not really there.
I didn’t want to let her go, but I didn’t want her to suffer. She would lay down in her bed and her whole body would shake and she would cough. The veterinarian said it was time. I knew it was, but I still cried.
I’ll miss your tail wagging as you greet me when I come home. And especially all the kisses you gave me when I asked for them. It is called unconditional love.
She is buried in the back yard next to my daughter’s pink rose bush. I put two roses on her grave.
Lots of love and kisses! My heart is broken. 😢