Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Georgia, Minister of Joy, 2003-2011
It was completely out of the blue. As you saw, she was running around at the park on Thursday. On Friday, we thought she tweaked her back. On Saturday, we took her to the vet who said, yes, she'd tweaked her back. On Sunday, she refused her food and her meds. (One of the cats knocked the bottle of Rimadyl off the counter and Andy ate 10 of them, so we spent the evening at the Emergency vets with him.) On Monday, she refused to drink and hid under the back porch steps.
We took her back to the vet who took X-rays and saw what looked like a tumor. Or maybe an abscess. Back to the emergency vet for ultrasound, but the tentative diagnosis was a hemangiosarcoma, a tumor of the blood vessel. Odds were not good in any event, and as it happens, she died during the night.
She was an incredibly sweet dog. Very patient (except about food) and gentle. She loved her down pillows. She loved her Mr. Potato Head. She loved the water. She dug up a number of plants I wish she hadn't and tracked more dirt on the bed than I would have thought possible. She was my alarm clock for several years now and often knew before I did the exact moment when I woke up (so it was clearly time for breakfast). She ate, slept, and played with gusto and incredible joy. I will miss her.