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It’s Tough Watching and Waiting for a Senior Pet to Die
The aftermath is almost a relief
My Baby Ruth was my special girl. She came to me in an unusual way. A dog breeder I met at a garage sale just handed her to me for free. I almost ran to my car before the nice lady changed her mind.
I can only think that Baby Ruth must not have been a good breeder, and the lady had too many dogs on her hands. For whatever reason, I will always be grateful.
Baby Ruth lived to be 18 years, 7 months, and some days. Imagine that! For the past two years, I had put traveling on hold because I was fearful that she might die while I was gone. My husband would tell me that she would wander the house looking for me whenever I went anywhere.
I admit she was pretty fragile for the past two years, but sometimes she would still scamper down the hallway. She only had a couple of teeth and lots of bumps and bulges, but the vet said she was good.
Two weeks before she died, she began to bleed. Because we have a lot of pets, we didn’t know which one it was at first, but the blood trail led to her. We immediately packed up to take her to the emergency vet. The vet said her remaining tooth had abscessed and offered to euthanize her. We said no, and he gave her a round of antibiotics. This helped, and the bleeding…
