Becky has been getting worse the past few weeks. This morning she was the worst and threw up only some water and bile. I gave her the morning insulin with her food and cookie before going to work, but she would not eat. Joyce got a Dr apt this afternoon and Bob and I took her. When I went home to get her, she was down on her belly and could not get up on her hind legs. She was panting hard and obviously in a great deal of pain. After the DR saw her, I talked it over with Bob and I called Joyce to let her know how bad she was. We decided to put her down and have her cremated. Joyce can keep her ashes or put them in the flower garden as she chooses.It was hard for us, but she has been so ill the past year or so, that we feel it was best to let her go. She was born in 1999. I remember I took her out of Joyce's house to pee one night when she was a small puppy. Joyce named her after Grandma Becky. Becky led Joyce to the hole/well Charlie, Edgar and I fell down last year. So, you could say she saved us three from death.
~Dad
