My companion...

I had a sad thing happen on Tuesday. My wonderful dog passed away. I've been really sad because of this. I never had dogs growing up. We were a cat family. I never really had a dog to call my own until a couple of years ago. We got Max. Our silly, stubborn beagle. And a little while later, we got Bella. A sweet, good tempered dog that I just loved. She was very gentle with Savannah. She was protective of our family. She was always excited to see us. She found herself a place in my heart.
I woke up Tuesday morning and she was sick. I didn't know what was wrong. She couldnt move, not even to lift her head. I tried putting liquids in her, and they all came back up. I was able to talk to a vet, and the vet told me what was wrong with her. She had something called pyometra. It's an infection in the uterus. And very costly to fix. I didnt have the money, and vets won't take payments. Isn't that sad? If left untreated, pyometra will cause kidney failure. By tuesday night she was having seizures. She kept moaning and I knew she was in a lot of pain. I made a hard decision. I knew she didn't have much longer. I was afraid that my daughter would have to wake up to a dead dog. I couldn't do that to her. So I made the decision to release her from her pain. I didn't have the strength to do it myself. My brother in law said he would. They live accross the street. And as I was carrying my Bella over, she passed away. As much as it hurts, I am glad that it was quick.
I do miss her being around. She was always so happy to see us. She loved to get attention. Bella wasn't just a pet. To me, she was a part of our family.