Last year, I had to say goodbye to Candy. The decision to put a dog down is never easy. A week ago, it was confirmed that Sandy had cancer. We were still waiting on results from the biopsy, as the vet was pretty certain that Sandy could get another 3 to 6 months of pleasant life.
As the week wore on, It became clear that she wasn’t getting better with the pills she was taking. Originally, I was going to take her in yesterday (Saturday) to be put down. I was upset that I hadn’t taken her out for a “going away party” and opted to wait another day.
Saturday night, Diane and I took Sandy out for (a sip) of beer and a burger. She enjoyed socializing with the the other dogs and people.
This morning, She seemed better, if a bit subdued. The self-doubt about whether now is the time or not was gnawing at me. The vet didn’t open until 2pm. I worked on my bikes to stay busy. I had some leftover parts to take to the co-op that opened at 1pm.
She didn’t seem horrible today, but she was suffering. I loaded up the car with bike parts to take to the co-op. I brought Sandy out to the car. We drove about 1/2 mile, and unloaded bike parts.
Sandy went in to the co-op and was mildly friendly with another dog there. She was calmer than normal.
She couldn’t get back in the car, so I had to pick her up. We drove another mile to the vet’s office. I was afraid of a long wait.
After arriving, I lifted her out of the car, but she wouldn’t walk. She could barely stand. I carried her in, and she collapsed on the floor. They immediately took her back. The vet was ready to intubate her, but I reminded him I was there to have her put down. They did nothing. She was gone in less than three minutes.
In short, I was having second thoughts, but she eased my mind by dying all on her own.
I’d like to think I gave her a good home for the 8 or 9 years that I’ve had her. That’s the best I can hope for.
Rest in Peace, Sandy.