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At 3 AM this morning, we rushed our dog to the ER vet office and had to put her to sleep. She was 14 or thereabouts.
We adopted Ana from a rescue in May 2008. She was about two years old and had been removed from an abusive home with a broken pelvis. Her foster home had several big dogs she adored. She was a little bashful so I filled our pockets with Beggin Strips and rubbed one on the soles of our shoes.
She never left our sides during the meet and greet.
She never willingly left our sides for the next 12 years. She endeared herself to our big dogs. She dealt with the cats once she realized they were a source of canned cat food.
She had a seizure in March. Our veterinarian told us it was likely an organic issue in her brain, probably a tumor that was untreatable.
So we took her home. She was clearly not quite the same, but was not in pain and enjoying daily life activities.
Until last night. She had a seizure. Then a few hours later, another. She walked around. Pottied outside. Had a drink and wagged her tail at us.
Then she had a cluster of seizures. We rushed up the highway in the darkness of the morning, Ana wrapped in a blanket in my arms.
They sedated her and urged us to decide quickly what to do because she was suffering. We made the only real decision and were escorted in to say goodbye. They wanted to act swiftly before more seizures struck.
