Masacara Alert. I cried while writing this… you might cry while reading this.
Annie passed away on April 30th from brain cancer. She was sick for a very long time–we began to notice her symptoms in November, right before Thanksgiving which including circling to the left, throwing up, having accidents, getting stuck in furniture, etc. Fact of the matter is she was sick for a lot longer, but we just attributed the starring at the walls and the playing (she didn’t actually play with us with toys until she was sick) to old age and weirdness. Up to the end, she circled and had accidents–it was heartbreaking. She was ashamed of the accidents–she would lick at them to clean them up.
In the end, she was covered in sores from the prednisone used to treat the symptoms and smelled funny. She spent her last day, making sure to love on me–she came to me several times on the 30th to love on me, give me kisses, and let me know it would be okay. She succumbed to a seizure on our back patio–I had let her outside before I was getting ready to go to Wal-Mart. She wasn’t at the back door waiting for me; instead, she had collapsed and was seizing. She was unable to move and very uncomfortable. Michael and I made the life ending decision, knowing it was better for her to go than for her to continue to suffer. Luckily, we were able to find a vet who was able to help us on this Saturday evening.
We took her on one last car ride, back to my dad’s house. She rode on my lap, stroking her the entire way. She’s buried in my dad’s backyard, where you can see her every time you come into his back door. We will miss her forever.
Michael and I haven’t moved on yet, although getting a new furry family member is something we plan on doing regardless of our other big news. We just haven’t found the right one yet.