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Our weekend started out like any other weekend but yesterday our sweet boxer collapsed in our kitchen and was dazed and confused. She had been showing some signs of age the past few weeks but nothing too crazy. Our Shelby was going to be 10 years old this coming July and I remember like it was yesterday, driving over two hours from our home to pick her up in New Hampshire when she was 8 weeks old.
She was our fourth boxer and if you have ever had one, you know they are alike no other dog. They are full of energy, the sweetest most lovable dog you will ever own. They are loyal, super friendly and they think they are human. -ha. They also have their own kind of play, boxer play! You know exactly what I mean if you own one.
Shelby loved her buddy Garth (our bullmastiff we lost at age 4 about a year and half ago). I know for certain, she is running through fields and sun bathing in the grass as she and Garth loved to do together. They were best buddies and I know they are together now.
For us, our pets are like our kids. Losing Shelby was not what we had excepted anytime soon but as your pets creep up in age, you know it’s inevitable. The day you say good-bye though is never easy regardless. We rushed her to the vet and it was deemed she had a brain tumor which was causing her to have mild forms of seizures. The outcome was not good even if we kept her for a few days at the animal hospital to try and get her seizures under control. We decided that instead of making her go through extensive treatment and pain, it was best to put her down. I had a boxer years ago named Roman (it was my first dog I had after I graduated college that was “mine”) and I put him through hell in the end keeping him alive because of my own selfishness. I couldn’t bear to let him go so I spent tens of thousands of dollars getting him treatment, special foods, special meds to keep him alive and while he was happy and pretty good for about 8 months, he completely crashed one night around 2am and I ended up rushing him to the vet. He was scared and in pain. I ended up having him put down but it was because of me, that he suffered in the end. That lesson taught me that never again, would I do that to an animal. It taught me that the best thing I can do for my pets, is to let them go when their time has come. Honestly, I wish we could have done the same thing for my gram in the end. It was awful to watch her suffer and we knew she was going to die but of course, we had to let nature take it’s course. RIP Sweet Shelby girl.
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