Pookie could go on for quite a while.
She doesn’t want to leave.
I don’t know what to do.
I’ve only ever had to put one of my dogs to sleep and he definitely told me he wanted to go.
Phoebe wanted to go, also but she died on her on terms, just like she lived.
The night before we were going to take her to the vet to see if she was going to get well again or not, she passed in her sleep.
She looked so ‘normal’ that I thought she *was* asleep but before I even touched her body, I knew she was gone.
It was a terrible shock because she’d just been “off” for a couple days but she would sit and look me in the eye with the strangest expression of sorrow.
I think they know when it’s their time.
Her aunt Izzy died on election day in 08 [talk about double agony] and she too had ‘looked at me’ like that for several nights.
There wasn’t anything that wrong with her.
Oddly enough, her sister in Canada *almost* died the night before Izzy did and then actually did die a week later.
You will know what to do or Pookie will tell you. As long as she’s not in pain and you are able to take care of her, why not wait until she lets you know.
I think the thing that hurt my husband the most is that he thinks he made a premature decision and cut Stewart’s life short too soon.
Yesterday, Bubba and I met the first dog we’ve ever met who was named Stewart. He looked nothing like our Stewart but he was a sweet fluffy blond dog belonging to a neighbor.