I'll quote my post from last night, when I got home, off PB-C..
Out of nowhere.
My girl is gone.
Either pancreatic cancer or Bloat. When my grandfather died from his pancreatic cancer, he blew up like that right before... And she's had what everyone suspected was that..
She blew up out of effing nowhere. She sleeps in her 'room' all day. I had no idea she was suffering.
When I went to care for her for the last time this evening I knew something was wrong. It was too late, our vet was closed, and his personal number was nowhere to be found. I sat with her and tried to give her comfort of company, the pain she was showing was equal to that of a dog who's just been slammed by a car. She moaned and cried. Then she stopped breathing and foam poured out of her mouth... I just didn't know what to do.. She managed to breath again.. My brother an SIL were on the way, she couldn't fit in our car. She stood up several times and once pressed her forehead against mine... I just put mine against hr and rubbed her neck, and told her how good she was.
We called the E-vet in the next city over. Told them what were had and that we wanted her put down ASAP. When my brother and SIL arrived, getting her in the car was so bad for her. I lifted under her arms and my brother lifted from her hind legs... I sat in the back with her head drooling in my lap... They made us take her out of the car, she walked inside and collapsed, but tried to get back up before we made her relax, we couldn't carry her because her tummy was so painful and so swollen... A lady who's dog was also in danger of dying from chocolate made the comment about how amazing it is, they will give you everything they have, until the very end. We put her on a blanket and lifted her to get a weight. Then dragged her into a room. Where we waited... waited... Finally my brother went out and told the man to GET someone back there before she went on her own. He did, after all kinds of crap. He wanted to take her in the back, alone, to do it. But this time she's lying on her side wheezing. They were going to make us wait until the vet was done with a surgery she hadn't started. She was very sweet and her and a tech came back and prepped her, then loved on her as she went.
My sweet lady shouldn't have went through that.
They gave us a cardboard coffin that they stuffed her in so we could get her home.
I just finished burying her... I opened up the body bag they had on her so nature could go to work... I was okay digging, carrying her coffin and putting it in the ground, but when it was open and I saw her body it just hurt so bad.
I love you so much, Dutch. You were so good
even to your very last breath. Go play with your pups whom you've outlived, I'm sure Mo met you and Tink even has plenty of love, there is no fighting in Heaven.