Honey has been really slipping for the past few months. We have noticed a considerable difference in her every day. Last night, we went over to watch the Lady Vols lose to Notre Dame ( BoooooHoooooo). Honey was just laying there, breathing with that short, little, fast breath that is the indicator, I've learned, that a person's (or dog's) life is coming to an end. She had that glazed look in her eyes, too. The saddest thing was to see her try to stand up and not be able to raise her hips off the floor. She hasn't eaten for a few days. My father-in-law got her up and took her outside, but it took him and my husband both to get her back inside. He took her out this morning and she couldn't stand up long enough to pee. I think he has come to the conclusion that her time has come. He's going to call the vet this morning to make an appointment to have her put down. He always said he wouldn't do this, but watching her suffer is more than he can stand to see.
He is going to bury her in her dog lot, next to the rose bush that someone sent when my mother-in-law died exactly 11 months ago, today. Marie will be so happy to see her Honey again!
So, please be thinking about and praying for my father-in-law today. It's going to be a hard one.
This has been a rough year for our families, with my mother-in-law and my mother both dying, and our 19 1/2 year old cat, Vanilla, and now, Honey.