This morning, Sky crossed the Rainbow Bridge. For the last 3 weeks or so, she hadnít been eating very much, and it was difficult to coax her into eating even her favourite foods. At first, I thought it was her regular Spring Fasting, something she did every spring, to help shed her winter weight. That usually lasted 3-4 days, but after those days passed, I knew something wasnít right. Last Friday, I decided to call the vet, and I brought Sky in on Tuesday to see what was wrong. She was losing so much weight, and she wasnít a big dog to start with. The vet said the prognosis wasnít good, that she had fluid in her belly. I decided to get some blood work done for her, knowing that her days with me were numbered. Yesterday, I called to get the results. There was something wrong with her liver, most likely scar tissue that hadnít healed well, and it was causing her stomach to bloat. Thatís why she wouldnít eat.
This morning, at 8:45, Sky crossed the Rainbow Bridge, quietly and painlessly. For those who knew her, you also probably know she was prone to wandering on the Hurlett. The biggest fear that My Guy & I always had was that she would die alone in the woods. I prayed to My Guy to keep her near the house, so she would die with dignity and not alone. She was on her bed this morning.
Sky, you were the best Puppy Dog Ms. Doggie Do I ever had. Yes, even compared to my childhood dog Candy, you were still the best Puppy Dog I had. You had a wonderful long life, over 15 human years, which made you nearly 100 in doggie years. Youíve had your share of bumps & bruises, and some pretty close calls over the years. You surprised us every time by coming back to us, usually limping or nearly crawling, but in no time, you were back to your excited self. The last couple years have been hard on you, especially after My Guy passed away. I worried more for you than for me during those first few months, hoping that you wouldnít run away in search for him.
My Guy had done the best thing in the world by rescuing you from that house. You werenít a year old when he brought you home. So many memories of you run through my head, in both snow and green grass activities. The best memory is the day we brought you home, to the Hurlett, where you finally had enough room to run, to move, and to chase rabbits. Today is a sad day because I will never get to watch you chase another rabbit, guard the house, or see your wagging tail again. But there is a sense of happiness too: you will get to leap like a gazelle like you used to do, when you see My Guy today. You loved him as much as he loved you. Sky, walk by his side, along the wooded areas of heaven that you and My Guy loved so much.
I miss you, and I love you, Sky My Puppy Dog Ms. Doggie Do