“I had been getting sick for about six weeks. It started before we moved again. I have no problem moving. It is a hassle, but it passes. The food is the same, the people just as nice, and the weather is good. Recently I noticed that when I went out to walk a bit I would get short of breath. And, then I started wheezing. I would sometimes gasp for air, and when you are a bull dog, that’s a difficult thing.
I had been with these people for ten years, they had rescued me from a breeder after my third and last living litter of puppies. Just took me away one day. I’d have to say I really did not miss those little brats sucking on me all the time. Lived by a river. I liked to go down to the river and wade in the edge. The cool water was soothing to my worn out teats. I had a good life going and then that Pac came home one day with one of the brats I thought I was rid of. Named him Charlie after some doper friend of his. I think dogs have a better scheme with their children– get them weaned and send them into the world. Anyhow Charlie was great for a year, but when he grew some he became incorrigible attacking me, humping me and anything else he saw. He was a pest and finally he was sent away. What a relief. After that Pac would play with me and we became really close. Still, I trusted Susan more. She fed me and put me to bed.
Anyhow, they took me to the doctor several weeks ago and the diagnosis was congestive heart failure, a fairly common ailment in dogs as old as me–it’s hard to believe I am thirteen years old! I got some pills and Pac gave them to me regularly. Goodness, I felt so much better. I could breathe easier, I could eat again, and drink some water. I heard Pac say that he thought my response was remarkable and he should know, he had treated a lot of folks with CHF. But then I got worse. Yesterday I knew it was time to go. I was suffocating. I could not understand where the air had gone. I couldn’t eat, all I could do was lie on my bed and gasp. This morning they took me to the doctor. I had lost 3 more pounds the last ten days. The doctor is sweet and pretty, she and her staff truly love animals. They gave me a shot in the butt and I relaxed. Then after she put in an IV, she gave me some stronger medicine that helped me leave. I am so fortunate that dogs have people to help deal with hopeless situations. When you are truly suffering and you know it’s time to go, you hope where you land, there will be some fields to play in, nice weather, and good food. My life had been really good and now it was over. Pac sat beside me rubbing my cheek the way I loved it. The last thing I heard was him saying, ‘Sadie, you were a damned good dog’.”