Over these seven months, Andee had good days and bad. On the bad I'd wonder if the end was coming. Then another good day would follow. Animals are very clear about the end. I knew there would be no question when the time came. This morning Andee made it clear.
I talked to our vet a month ago about options. I had promised myself that when the time came, I'd have my vet come to my home rather than bring Andee to the clinic. I called this morning and arranged for him to come at 2:20 PM. But an emergency C-section pushed our appointment to 5:00.
Andee was ready. He could not get comfortable, seemed confused, and was having difficulty breathing. I found myself wishing for the end to come as soon as possible. I kept looking at the clock wanting it to say 5:00 and was pained by the thought of Andee having to wait for three long hours. Then, sometime between 2:00 and 2:30, Andee passed.
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Andee's first portrait |
I offered to take the dog for the night...which after doing my legal duty to find his previous owner, he became part of our family...and my new work partner.
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Andee learns his job 2003 |
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Andee Summer 2010 |
Years ago a co-worker gave Andee the title "The Wonder Dog".
But it is no wonder to me why he'll be missed by so many.