For The Love Of Sydney

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     We took our sickly little girl home with the hopes that she was going to be better soon.   She'd be back doing those same little funny habits that we'd grown to love.  Hogging up the bed at bedtime and using my leg as her pillow.  I'd wake up to her loving eyes with her head on my pillow and I'd smile at her telling her good morning, just as I've done for five years.  This sweet little angel had brought us so much joy through these years at this moment, I'd pray for many more to come.  

     She was was only eating a handful of soft food, maybe a small amount of cheese.  It didn't matter to me as long as she ate a tiny bite, I'd try again.  Mineral oil, now this was going to be the hard part.  We knew she'd refuse this for sure.  Which she did and as much as it killed us, we had to force it down her with a slight fight.  It reminded me of my kids when they were young and I'd have to give them cough suppressant.  Well, I guess in some silly way, I treated her as if she was my little girl.  Not just, Sydney but all of our dogs were a huge part of family.  Family members would laugh and tease us on how much we spoil them.  So, this was hard having to force this down her, she did as she was told and tried her best to please us.  Just as she has always done.

     Friday night, I became scared, when I noticed a lot of watery pink discharge was being left on her bed.  By this time it was past 6:00 and the vet's office had closed.  So here we are Friday night with an even sicker dog.  Nothing would be open until Monday.  Saturday, we worried as we tried to get her to eat something, anything but she refused.  She was becoming weaker with each hour that past.  Then out of the blue she began to pant, and her body would shiver as if she was freezing.  I wrapped her in blankets and held her tight crying and telling we were trying to help.   I told her, I loved her over and over hoping she could really understand.   I knew in my heart that she did understand, because of her love towards us.  

    My husband Jim began searching for answers on our computer.  Any answer that could bring our baby back to heath.  He did not sleep for those two days.  Sunday night he wakes me out of a sound sleep.  That one word that came from his lips, Pyometra.  Had I'd known then what I know today, I would have covered my ears and refused to hear that evil word.