Three years ago she was diagnosed with stomach cancer. I thought the Vet was a nutcase…I just figured it was the rocks she was eating at the neighbors. But he was right. She was supposed to die in ’08 but she lived 3 years longer. We had to adjust her food…help her up and down stairs…clean up when her bladder went out, but then edema kicked in. I know what that means.
This weekend, with the help of a kind-hearted friend, we let Rivka go. It was an incredibly hard decision. When I put my English Springer down a few years back it was painful but was needful since she was losing her mind. With Rivka, she was mentally fine…that made it so much more harder.
We had been planting seeds of what was to come to the boys so they had already loved on her and cried. Gremlin was mad, but he’s doing better. Oldman is sad, but will get through it. I’m a blubbering mess and J is trying to keep us all sane.
Surprisingly enough, it’s our Border Collie, Boomer who is having a horrible time with this. She won’t eat much, and whines in every spot where Rivka used to lay. I know she’ll get over it, but she viewed Rivka as a mother.
I believe Rivie’s in a better place and thankfully no longer in pain. Time will heal these wounds.