It came as a shock. Gwinny has been growing several tumors over the past year or so, and the doctor had always said they were just benign fatty tumors and nothing to worry about. One in particular, though, had gotten much larger recently, and when we took her to see the vet, he did indicate there was probably some cancer there, and she might not have long. He suggested we just go by her quality of life. As long as she seemed to be content and not in pain, we could continue on with the status quo. And all seemed to be well until about a week ago, when she began showing signs of struggling to get up, and limping some when walking. Then all of a sudden yesterday, she could no longer get up by herself. She spent the day crying, and we did everything we could think of to help her, but after a long night of pain, we knew it was time. We said our farewells and had our last snuggles, and then Paul took her on her final ride in Tom Truck. Our vet is wonderful and was very gentle with her in her last moments. Gwinny was a faithful companion, patient and loving with all the children we have had come through our home, and a valiant guardian against all enemies, real or imagined. She was a Good Dog. Goodbye, Gwin-Gwin. We will miss you very much.
I homeschooled four kids all the way through high school and then fostered/adopted 7 more children. I am wife to a very smart mathematician; I dabble in photography, write and sing, paint in bright colors, and love being Catholic!