Today was the day I had to let Sophie cross the rainbow bridge. She was diagnosed just 6 weeks ago with a cancerous anal tumor and it grew really fast. I've had her for 11 years, doesn't seem possible. I found her running loose at an RV park in Kerrville when I was fulltiming. She was in bad shape and she had had a litter fairly recently. Took her to a vet to check for a chip and he guessed she had been confined in a very small space for long periods of time - pretty much no muscle, possibly used as a breeder. She, of course, wasn't chipped and even if she had been, I would NOT have returned her so she became my copilot along with my two labs, Sassy and Buddy. Now all three are gone. You wouldn't think my house would feel so empty since I still have six little rescues but there is a missing part of my pack. No matter how many times you do this, it never gets easier. My last gift was to hold her till she was gone. I worry so much about what will happen to my other guys if something happens to me. Two of my guys, Bandit and Winston, were saved from the kill list at a shelter. They are both fear biters and Bandit hates men and they had been labelled "unadoptable". They are both also markers so wear belly bands. Its sad because they are both real love bugs to women and I suspect if they weren't in a pack of girls, they would not be markers. Due to my age and health I have a rescuer trying to help me rehome them and two of my chihuahuas (they're a bonded pair and MUST go together). A friend will take Baxter and that would leave me with just Daphne, my 11 year old chihuahua. If I can't rehome I don't know what I will do. My daughter has 4 dogs and three are BIG so she can't take mine.
Ok enough of my whining. Kiss your furbabies for me.