Goodbye, sweet Princess Kahlua

As I sit here and listen to my two wonderful, amazing boys playing, laughing, fighting, I cannot help but be sad. 

I miss Kahlua.



Search and Kahlua, Summer 2007





I miss Searchy too...  He passed away in 2009.

I was house and dog sitting for my in-laws this past week.  Terrys Dad passed away on Monday, so they had to go to Ottawa, and didnt want to take Kahlua with them.  She was 16, and not doing so well.  Congestive heart failure.  Not good.  So I took care of her.  She came to work with me, and slept all day.  We walked around and visited people.  Well, I carried her, as her arthritis was getting really bad. 

Yesterday, we woke up, and Kahlua could barely walk.  She wasnt eating on her own, nor drinking, and everything I was giving her (or not giving her), she was throwing up.  She was throwing up 5 or 6 times a day.  She was shaking and couldnt walk at all yesterday.  It was really hard to watch, but I didnt want to give up on her; I didnt want her to die thinking her mommy and daddy had left her.  I didnt want her to die of a broken heart.  So I did everything I could to make sure she didnt die.

But yesterday, yesterday I just couldnt watch her anymore.  I couldnt see her in that kind of pain anymore.  I would take her ou to the bathroom, and she would pee, and not be able to get up.  She would shake her fur, and fall over.  And once she fell over, she couldnt get up.  We called Jeannine and Terry to see what we should do.  They told us to bring her to the vet and talk to the him.

So, we took her, and it was decided that it was her time to go.

So I held her.  I cuddled her.  I loved her.  As the vet gave her the sedative, I just wrapped her in her blanket and held her.  She started at me and I started at her, and we just sat there.  We just sat there and stared at eachother until she fell asleep.  It was really hard to watch.  But I needed to be there with her.  I didnt want her to be alone or feel alone.  I wanted her to know that she had family that loved her.

Since Jeannine and Terry couldnt be there, I had to be there for her and represent them.  I had to let her know that they loved her so much.  She was their best friend.  

She was 16.  It was her time to go.  It dosent make it any easier, but I know she is no longer in pain, and that makes me smile, even if just a little bit. 

The following song was playing on the radio as we drove to the vet, and I thought it was kind of a fitting song to say goodbye...

Fefe Dobson - Cant Breathe