This afternoon I took my Mom and her little wiener dog Sugar to the vet. After an hour and a half of getting her nails clipped, ears cleaned, an attempted x-ray to see if her heart was enlarged, sampling of a lump on her back and finally drawing blood to check her thyroid, I was holding Sugar in the waiting room while Mom was settling up the bill. Suddenly Sugars front legs shot straight out and she screamed. I turned her over to one of the assistants who gave her to the doctor. Just two or three minutes later they came to take us back to where Sugar lay motionless on the table. She died from a heart attack. Sugar was no doubt my Dads dog until he passed 19 months ago. Then she and my Mom made peace and helped each other through the grieving process. As you can imagine, my Mom is hurting pretty bad right. In some ways it is like losing my Dad all over again. Im not sure if dogs go to heaven or not but if they do Im positive she is wiggling in my Dads arms while snipping at his beard and yelping out of shear delight.
Posted on: Wed, 30 Oct 2013 06:36:10 +0000