Not much in the mood for writing about “quartets” this morning. Mindy is very ill. I’ve called the vet and someone is coming out either to help me transport Mindy or maybe even the vet will come and examine her here. I can’t lift her up into my car. When she can stand on her own two feet, we do it together, but she can’t. She staggers and falls. She’s disoriented and scared.
My philosophy with old old dogs (and Mindy is one) is not to force them to live when they can’t do anything, are suffering and in pain. The outcome could be that Mindy gets to see her friend Lily later on. I don’t know.
UPDATE: The vet said Mindy probably had a massive stroke, very likely in her sleep before I got her up to pee last night before going to bed and another one this morning. She had no use of her back legs at all, could not find her food bowl and couldn’t find me. The vet tech came and got her, and I went down after them. I held Mindy close to me the whole time, and all she knew at the end was that I was there and that I love her. I’m very sad, but I know it was right. As the vet said, “This is a very old dog. She must have been well cared for and loved very much to live so long.”