March 1990 —- June 1 2001
Dog
I am 47 and I have no children.
When I adopted Ilsa ten years ago I thought she would be with me always —
She had her first seizure last Friday night — my vet and the ER staff did
everything thing they could to control the seizures —
and then it was diagnosed as neurological — probably a brain tumor.
The steroids used to help shrink the tumor tore her little stomach apart —
so the anti-seizure medication didn’t do much good.
We took her off the steroids — but the damage had been done to her stomach —
she quit eating on Wednesday and went on fluids on Thursday —
I did get to bring her home every night and I was very thankful for that.
By Friday I knew it was time — the seizures increased and I just
couldn’t let her suffer.
I lost her just about 24 hours ago and I haven’t quit crying.
I just don’t know what I am going to do.
The worst part of it all — my male Schnauzer was diagnosed lung cancer
and I thought he would go and Ilsa would comfort me.
Now my Big Boy is taking care of his mom and missing his buddy Ilsa.
It just isn’t fair.
I will never forget my little girl with the big ears and
sweet little face.
Mary
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