entered the peaceful slumber that leads our sweetest companions
to the Gates of Heaven, today, around noon.
I'm filled with sadness today...
I visited Bailey last Friday evening and found her completely captivating... such a sweet face, beautiful eyes, soft fur... and that seductive puppy breath. Dude tells me that she was the perfect houseguest. She never, not even once in her five day residence, made an accidental (or otherwise) mess in the house. Upon taking her outside, she immediately took care of all of her business.
She seemed so content, like she knew she had found nirvana... and didn't want to do anything that might send her back into the world she knew before. In hindsight, though, she probably wasn't feeling well, then, as she played with us, with her new toys, her chewies and with the cats.
By Sunday, Dude became concerned as she grew more and more lethargic... an adjustment period, perhaps... depression, maybe... or the effects of a first six weeks with a heat index hovering around 110. The visit to the vet last week yielded nothing out of the ordinary.
By Monday morning, though, another trip to the clinic was definitely in order. The vet ran tests and found her liver enzymes "way out of whack" (my words, not hers), indicative of the slow and long-term ingestion of poisons, most likely from feeding and chewing on plants during her days on the streets. Bailey was a very sick puppy. And Dude's orders were to do everything possible, within the bounds of all hope, but to spare insurmountable and long-term suffering.
Bailey showed some signs of improvement through early this morning, as Dude visited her at the clinic, but took a turn for the very worst just before noon.
My heart goes out to my dear friends, S & K. They had fallen in love, and knowing who they are, I know that they gave Bailey the best five days of her life. They did everything that could possibly be done, and were willing to do so much more.
I know their hearts are broken... such a loss
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