It all started two weeks ago with what seemed like a skin rash, but turned out to be so much more. We think it may have been cancer, it spread hard and fast and her poor little immune system was just obliterated. Our vet was stumped, and she's been doing this 30+ years. I simply do not have the energy or inclination to share all the gory details, but it was a terrible experience that I would not wish on any dog parent. I have been dehydrating myself with the amount of tears I've shed. She was suffering, in a very bad way, and mercy was to let her go to sleep. It was an awful decision to have to make. She was my daughter for all intents and purposes and I love her so very, very much. She kissed me gently on the nose right before the drugs took hold. She said goodbye.
Loki is not sure what to do without her, but he is trying to be brave and is overjoyed when we arrive home. He and I have been doing lots of snuggling and my fiance George has been giving him lots of extra attention too. We bought him a new bed, blankie, and rope toy yesterday and he thinks he won the lottery, he just loves laying in it. So I'm glad to know he's at least very comfortable while he's home alone all day now.
Zelda just turned eight last Tuesday, 4 March.
My poor darling Zelda Loo. I love you forever.