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I lost her almost exactly two years ago now. She had a brain tumor: just behind her right eye. I didn't know anything was even amiss until her eye was bulging out. Eventually, it got to the point where she could only walk in a circle, in one direction. We went to several doctors, a specialist. I paid for an MRI. They told me I couldn't save her. Sent me home with steroids that would give her quality of life for a bit, and give me time to say goodbye. She went back to normal for a couple of weeks on those, which was both the best and worst thing that could have happened at the time. I had my ba y back, for a little while.
Eventually, they didnt help anymore. I called a veterinarian to come to my home, and do the euthanasia. The seizures on her final day were something I'll never forget. They were horrifying. She didn't know me. Didn't know anything anymore.
I know I did everything I could. I gave her a good life, a dignified death. But, in the grand scheme of things, a part of me will always feel I failed her, I think. It still cuts me deep.
Miss you terribly, Princess.
Eventually, they didnt help anymore. I called a veterinarian to come to my home, and do the euthanasia. The seizures on her final day were something I'll never forget. They were horrifying. She didn't know me. Didn't know anything anymore.
I know I did everything I could. I gave her a good life, a dignified death. But, in the grand scheme of things, a part of me will always feel I failed her, I think. It still cuts me deep.
Miss you terribly, Princess.