It has been a year since I told the Vet it was time! This was suppose to be the toughest decision I would have to make but it wasn't. I knew that it was the right thing to do! Rugby my oldest had been sick for over a week and after two transfusions his blood levels kept dropping and I knew in my heart that he wasn't going to get better. What breaks my heart to this day is the fact I didn't get to tell him Good Bye! Right before Rugby got sick we were suppose to visit my daughter in Erie, Penn. Days before our departure date was when Rugby got sick. I ask the Vet what he thought we should do, stay or go, and he thought he was going to get better and that we should go. (By the way I live in South Florida). Well he didn't! After three days of constant phone calls back and forth. I knew what needed to be done and I told the Vet that if was time. Even a year later I still regret not getting a chance to be with him at the end and to give him one last hug and tell him good bye!
I miss you Rugby!!!