My dog Roxy was lethargic and lost weight. Her breathing at her chest was not normal and was fast and seemed labored.
Half black lab, left ear flopped down and the other ear standing up, tail wagging, sitting pretty for a snack, laying her head in my lap for the softest of pets on her hear, was her favorite.
Saying to her, "Who's my pretty Roxy girl?" would always get her to pep up and get her exited. Grab her leash for a walk and she would start running in circles waiting anxiously for the leash to be snapped on so we could go.
When she became lethargic, we took her to the vet. Check up, X-rays, and blood work results revealed that she was super sick. Everything on the blood work was off the charts. Liver failing, and other internal organs failing. She was sick and wouldn't show us.
The vet said there was nothing we could do to bring her back to health and that we could hospitalize her for further testing and leave her there for care, but there was a 50/50 chance she wouldn't make it through the night.
We were devastated. My wife and girls and I cried.
I did not want Roxy's last night to be alone, so we took her home and spent every moment through the night with her.
The next day, Roxy was not better, but not worse. At least that's what I wanted to believe.
She ate and drank sparingly and for the most part stayed laying down with the occasional get up and move to lay in another favorite spot.
I told myself she would get better. Then I researched her condition and read of others who went through the same thing.
Roxy would not reveal to me how sick she was. I was hoping for a sign. I wished she could talk to me and let me know the right thing to do.
My wife bought her a squeaky toy, lamb chop stuffed toy, and Roxy knew it was hers. For an hour she squeaked the toy as she lay there. She was happy.
I fed her the best soft meal until she didn't want anymore.
I went outside with her and she there up clear liquid and some of the food I had fed her.
She stood there in the sun. Taking it all in. She looked at me but in a different way. She drooled, and that wasn't normal, and her eyes were half way rolled up, and that wasn't normal.
I brought her inside and for the next few hours I struggled with what was the right thing to do for my Roxy girl.
The vet said she was not going to recover, yet Roxy was doing everything she could to be awesome. The vet said she was surprised how Roxy was still hanging on and her strong good natured demeanor was amazing.
To make a long story short. We, as a family, said goodbye to our Roxy girl and made the hard choice.
We made her last night and her last day awesome. We celebrated her life, made her comfy, spoiled her, and we were all there with her when she went to sleep peacefully.
We cried. We laughed. We cried some more. My wife and I buried her that day with our other pets at the family ranch.
To love a pet so much, a family member really, and to make the choice to make sure she doesn't suffer and to say that last good bye and give that last hug, and that last kiss, and to make sure she knows she is loved..... all I can say is, when it's your time to do this for your pet, my family and I are sending good vibes your way.