I've been avoiding this all week - it makes it too real. Our sweet Echo - 7 yr old German Shepherd/Collie X - had to put to sleep on (Canadian) Thanksgiving Monday.
Echo had lost close to 20lbs over the past year, but no one was quite sure why (we treated her for pancreas issues, but that's all we were ever told). About two weeks ago, a new vet (we went for a second opinion), found that her kidney numbers were off. She was admitted to the hospital for four days, hooked up to an IV to flush the toxins from her system. Sadly, the numbers never returned to normal.
Last week, she began refusing to eat. We tried everything - from bacon, to steak, to turkey - she wanted nothing to do with it. Her fur started to lose it's softness, from lack of nutrition. My sister (a vet tech) came over daily, with a bag of fluid, liquid vitamins, and pain medication. But you could tell - she was losing strength rapidly. By Monday morning, she could barely walk. She stood around, panting, drooling, staring into the distance. She wasn't herself at all. We made the difficult decision to call the vet to our home, and say goodbye. They assured us that there wasn't much more we could have done - albeit force feeding her, but that wasn't something we wanted to do. She was tired.
It all happened so quickly that I still catch myself forgetting she's gone. Her collar and leash are still in the basket; her food dish still on the kitchen floor. I miss her so much, I hope she knows how much I love her, but I know she's running free - happily watching over us. May you rest in peace sweet Echo. Always in our hearts.