I woke up at 2:20 a.m. on Wednesday morning to a very sick dog.
I was home alone.
I couldn’t lift her by myself.
I knew she was dying, but I desperately wanted to ease her pain.
Watching an animal suffer is one of the worst things imaginable.
When you love that animal as part of your family it’s pure torture.
Our vet has a referral, after hours, line to an emergency vet.
I called the emergency vet and explained I was alone and unable to lift my 85 pound dog to bring her to them.
(I don’t think I would have been able to lift her even if I had two good arms.)
They told me about a local company called Animal Ambulance.
I called them.
By 3:45 a.m. a vet was at my house.
By 4:45 Mocha had died peacefully, at home with me.
My heart is, of course, broken.
Dogs are happiness, joy, and love.
It’s devastating to say good-bye to them.
I am, however, truly grateful to the vet at Animal Ambulance.
He was compassionate and kind.
(I had no idea a company like Animal Ambulance existed, but I’m so glad they do.)
Ironically, it was exactly one year ago today when I posted to tell you Doc had died.
I’d like to think he’s now been reunited with his best friend.
Dear, sweet, Mocha – you will be greatly missed.