hennypenny
Boxer Buddy
Last Friday we made the hardest but most loving decision ever...and that was to let our Stella girl go. It breaks my heart that we were only able to spend a little over a year with such a sweet boxer baby but she had fought her kidney failure from the day she was born and at 16 months she couldn't fight any longer. The week before, our vet had told us that her creatinine was so high that his lab couldn't even register it. And she got to the point where she no longer wanted to eat because of the stomach ulcers :( (which we thought we had controlled with medicine.) In the end, she went peacefully and we felt at peace with our decision.
Everyone had always told me that the end would be easier. That at the end you know what you have to do. I have to agree. Initially finding out that she was terminal was gut wrenching. Every vet visit where we awaited test results (never postive) seemed to rip me apart inside. And now she's running free with our other boxer boy. So that at least makes us smile, a little.
Everyone had always told me that the end would be easier. That at the end you know what you have to do. I have to agree. Initially finding out that she was terminal was gut wrenching. Every vet visit where we awaited test results (never postive) seemed to rip me apart inside. And now she's running free with our other boxer boy. So that at least makes us smile, a little.