Today (Friday Feb 2nd) I had to put to sleep our sweet Maltese, Kerby. We got her the summer of 2007 for my daughter (from Nam). As in many cases, my daughter pledged to care of her puppy, but as years went by, Kerby became attached to me, especially when my daughter went off to college. Ever since, Kerby has been my shadow, she slept under my work desk and slept in our bed and would follow me everywhere.
She was diagnosed with congestive heart failure almost 3 years ago, I've been amazed she's lasted this long as most go within a year and a half after being diagnosed, but she's just not herself and started having problems sleeping/eating/vomiting. We didn't want her to suffer the final stages of her disease which is a very tough ending on her body and a painful death. We agonized over this decision for several weeks since at times she seemed better, but finally decided earlier this week to go for at home euthanasia.
We've been praying for confirmation of our decision and our prayers were answered when I went to get a haircut yesterday (of all places) with a new barber. The barber asked me how I was doing (a typical greeting right?) I said, do you really want to know? She said yes, so I told her about needing to put Kerby to sleep today and she then told me her story about her own Maltese she put down several months ago. Long story/short, she said she waited too long, her dog suffered/needed an emergency euthanasia and she told me 3 times over the course of my haircut that she wished she had done the euthansia much earlier so her pup didn't suffer. That's what I call a divine appointment.
This is one of the hardest things I've ever done, I'm a wreck right now, but I know now it's what was best for Kerby. I'll be taking some of my own "grief" medicine in the days ahead.
I'll see you on the rainbow bridge Kerby, you were the sweetest dog we've every had!
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