Millie's breathing has been awful this weekend, her poor little tongue is quite blue so she's not getting enough oxygen to her lungs. I've been hoping that I'd just take her for a walk one day and she'd come home have her breakfast and just go to sleep. But she's such a fighter she just won't give in.
Over the weekend she has really gone down hill and this morning I took her for a walk and had to carry her back to the car. I got changed for work but just couldn't leave her, she looked so sad and I just know she's had enough. I rang the vet and took her down there and the vet said her heart rate and changed and she's probably going into heart failure. Even if I had her treat the heart failure there's nothing I can do for her lungs. I brought her back home and she's on the settee with Izzy. The vet's given her something to make her comfortable and is coming at lunch time to put her to sleep.
Deep down I think I've made the right decision but I look at her now and I'm questioning it it, she looks so calm now, will I always wonder if I made the right decision? She's been my best friend, sole mate and emotional crutch for 15 years and I just wanted her to hang on a little bit longer.