Last week's blood tests show Little Bit's kidney and liver levels are sky high... she is in kidney failure. Dr. Monica suggests we think about letting her go.
We've dreaded the day this news would come. At 12 years old, it's inevitable, but we love her so much. We can't imagine life without her.
Steve came home from work for lunch and we discuss the options. As painful as it feels, we make the heartbreaking decision to let her go. I sit in the recliner, tears streaming down my cheeks, and watch Steve say his last goodbyes to his faithful friend.
Our vet appointment is scheduled for 3:20. It's hard knowing I will come home without her. I keep reminding myself we can't let her suffer any longer and we have to do the right thing for her sake, not ours.
She barely flinches when Dr. Monica gives her a shot with a strong sedative. We are left alone while the medicine takes affect and I pet her and tell her how much we love her. She has been such a good girl and we will miss her. Dr. Monica returns and it's time for me to leave. I kiss Little Bit's head one last time and make my way out of the room through blinding tears. My heart is breaking.
I return home to an empty house. Little Bit doesn't greet me at the door with a bone in her mouth. When I open the refrigerator door, she's not there begging for a handout. Many tears flow.
The prayers of our family and friends softens the ache in our hearts. God brings comfort as only He can. She will be cremated tomorrow and her ashes scattered at a private ranch in Woodland Park. We love the mountains and take comfort knowing it will be her final resting place.
Memories will stay with us forever of a little black dog named "Little Bit" that brought so much enjoyment into our lives.
