Yesterday was finally the day for Gypsy to go to Heaven. Tuesday things started looking pretty bad...each morning we went to check on her we were sure she would be gone. She was not drinking, was not leaving her dog house, and was bleeding. Thursday night she got up and wanted out of her house, so Brice helped her. Around Midnight I went to check and she wasn't in her house or the garage. I did not hear her, so I did not go looking for her. Brice had told her that night that we were okay and she was free to go, so I thought maybe she was looking for a good spot to lay down and rest forever. Friday morning she had made it back to her house. I left for work and by noon had several missed calls from Brice. He asked what we should do. Of course that day was my first day at the hospital, working with people who don't know me, and sitting at a random desk on my phone making a decision for our companion of 7 years. We had said this whole time we did not want to put her down, we wanted her to go on her own. The vet said he could come out after work around 5:00. I tried hard, but did not make it home in time from work. I was glad when Brice told me that the vet had brought his office assistant with him. I felt bad leaving Brice alone to watch Gypsy go. It was rougher than I'd expected. We had a supper planned for that night and did end up going, but didn't stay too long. Today I had already planned to clean the garage, get rid of cans and bottles and recycling. But then came across Gypsy's water and food bowls and decided to clean it another time. We thought it would be best to involve Gabbie in the situation. I'd rather not hide from her that things die. So she helps us bury Gypsy. Since then she goes to the window every couple hours to see if Gypsy has gotten up yet. Obviously too young to grasp the concept, but that's fine. She thinks she's Ariel the Mermaid at the swimming pool too, so why not stay in that world as long as you can. Here are a few pictures of Gypsy I came across (mostly old ones...I'm working through the newer ones eventually!)
Always had to be sitting close by...back when she could get up and could actually see us.
This picture just makes me smile...Gabbie used to take the toilet plunger from the garage and walk around with it :)
Gypsy was NEVER good at playing! Especially with cats
