All Dogs Go To Heaven.

Sadly, yesterday we ended up having to put our family dog, Winnie, down. I know I told you guys about the seizures that she randomly started having only 3 weeks ago, and I can’t even begin to tell you how she deteriorated. Just in a matter of weeks!

 

My dad said it was almost as if she got “old” overnight, albeit still being so young, and that couldn’t be more true. She stopped playing with her football and stopped having the constant smile on her face. She never stopped having seizures, continued to run into things, lost almost all mobility and we believe lost all sight. Earlier this week, she couldn’t move, wouldn’t eat or drink, had accidents, and again… could not stop having seizures. Nothing helped. It was the worst.thing.ever. This sounds terrible, but I am almost glad I don’t live at home because I couldn’t bear seeing it 24/7 considering it was breaking my parents’ heart.

 

The crazy part?

 

Months ago, my parents planned to get a second golden in July. The decision was made long before Winnie ever got sick, and since they were used to having two dogs everyone knew Winnie would love a playmate. So the date was set to bring home the 3rd family golden puppy… and the date was July 8th. As in… tomorrow. Up until yesterday my parents still weren’t sure what they were going to do, but made the decision to continue on with the new pal… Bella. So tomorrow morning, I’m going to a doggie pool party with my mom and like, 20 other dogs. Umm… this is so not me. Who am I?

 

At first I wanted to get one too, but then I remembered how much I love my warm bed in the middle of the night. And then Mr. How Sweet reminded me how I can’t even clean up spilled milk. Literally. And no… I’m not ready to learn yet. So I will just go visit my “sister” dog every now and then… or every day.

 

Anywho… thanks for all your sweet thoughts, comments, tweets and words. You guys are the bees knees.