It has been a while since my puppy Nucka, 14 years old Shih Tzu was not well. We've been through 2 rounds of antibiotics, and she would get better for one day, then her choking would be back. A little while ago, I noticed she was having mini-seizures, blinking her eyes, then going pretty limp afterwards. Nearly 3 years ago, she had surgery for a melanoma on her palate. It looks as the tumor grew back, now towards her nose, making it hard/impossible for her to breathe properly, eat or drink properly. This past Saturday, the vet told me "it's her time".
She's been a joy to be around, full of life and spunk, she's been the leader of all of us for 13 years she's been with us.
We adopted her when she was 14 months, and loved her like a baby of ours ever since. She was not a healthy puppy, at 6 months weighing only one pound. Then eventually she grew bigger, but never heavier than 12 pounds. As a puppy we treated her liver, as she grew older, she found her health balance. She lost 2 pounds in the last 4 weeks.
The decision to let her go was mine alone, as my husband did not find it in him to agree with me, let alone to support my decision. Eventually, pressured by our son, he told me last night to do what I think is best.
She went to join the angels at 8:30 am today, in my arms, under my tears, and kisses. She will forever leave in my heart, for only the one who never had a pet does not know how much they love us, how thankful they are for being in our lives, how much they miss us when we are away.
Here she is at different times in her life: