Over the Rainbow Bridge

It's taken me a long time to convince my person to type this for me.  He's been very sad and not up to it.  However, he now is ready to tell my last story where I could sit warmly in my people's laps.

Please know.  Life is very nice here over the rainbow bridge.

The best part about being here is that my legs work and don't hurt.  I can run and play, and I can have as many treats as I want without getting sick.  I can see my people, but I can't cuddle with them.  I do watch over them closely.

I want to tell you how I got here though.  It is sad, so only keep reading if you want a sad story.

For a long time, my poop just popped out when I didn't expect it. I also needed help from my person to pee.  He would squeeze my sides and the pee would come out.  It was always a relief for me.  I was also walking a lot slower and dragging my feet more.

Despite all that, I was very happy!  My people would cuddle with me a lot and take good care of me.  

On cold days, they'd bundle me up and put me near the fire.  I felt so cozy!  The cold was bothering me more than ever those days, but when I was under blankets by the fire, I felt so good!

I also still took walks, cuddles, and, my favorite thing, ate!  I still loved eating.

Shortly before I left for the rainbow bridge, I had my last visit at camp Taurus.  I always loved it there.  I didn't wrestle and chase like I used to, but I like watching the younger pups still do that.  I also was treated very well.  The people there loved on me more than ever as I got older.  It was a happy place for me.

Don't read this last part if you might think it's disgusting.  I'm just describing what happened, but you might not like it.  I didn't like it!

One day, I was not feeling that great, and a lot of brown liquid came out of my bottom.  I never saw so much.  I was very embarassed.  While my people were cleaning up, I then threw up!  I felt so bad for making a mess, but my people reassured me it was OK.  Before they cleaned everything up, a lot more brown liquid came out my bottom and I threw up again!  I felt bad, but I was so tired that I couldn't do anything to help.

My people put me in my bed and carried me to the car.  They took me to a doctor I hadn't been to before.  It was nice that I got to stay with my person in the main room, but there were other dogs there that were very loud and scaring me a little.  They soon gave us our own room, and I was happier.

They carried me around in my bed.  I didn't have the energy to walk.

Then, I fell fast asleep for a while.

The next thing I knew, I was awake and could lift my head a little.  I noticed a tube going into my front leg by my paw.  They said it was something called an IV to hydrate me, whatever that means.

My person was petting me, which was nice, but I wanted something different.  I used the little strength I had to lift my head and guide his hand so I could rest my chin on his hand.  I wanted to comfort him.

Soon, I fell back asleep, but I knew my person was there.

Soon, blood was leaking out of my bottom.  It was going and going, and I couldn't stop.  It was uncomfortable and embarassing.  They put a tube in my bottom with a bag to catch the blood.  Not fun at all.

I heard them say something about how the hydration might work, and it could take a few days to get hydrated.  Then, I fell asleep again.

They moved me to a warm area that they called an incubator and let me rest with the IV.  I was feeling comfy and hopeful that I'd get better after I heard what the doctors said.

Then, I suddenly felt some bad pain in my chest and then I looked around and was over the rainbow bridge.  I could see the hospital, though.  Everyone was running around and trying to figure out how to help me.  They couldn't help me, though.

Maybe I'll tell some other stories later, about the last years of my life and my life over the rainbow bridge.  However, for today, this is where I where I must stop.  I love you all!