Today was a very bad day. My dear black lab, perhaps the most gentle dog that there ever was, fell down the front steps and could not get up. It was so hot outside and he was a huge dog. I ran a hose on him and contacted almost everyone I knew that may be home but it took hours to get him help.
Finally, a sheriff appeared sitting out on my street to make calls and do paperwork in the shade. I carefully approached him, he was armed after all, and I asked for his help getting Hank under the carport. We rolled Hank onto a slippery tarp and slid him into the shade. He was a wonderful help. Thank you, Sherrif Montoya!!!
I called my wonderful vet but decided to give Hank some time to see if he perked up, and hung up. My vet saw my call so he called me back. He said to bring him down. My across-the-street neighbors were home so I called them and they came over to help. It took three of us to get Hankferd in the car. He was so good. I drove him to the vet he had been going to for the 10 years since we first brought him home. He looked at him and knew what we had to do. He said the only thing we could do was put him down. He gave Hank the relaxation shot and I cried and kissed him, hugged him and told him he was my favorite dog but not to tell his two sisters I said that.
I called my hub who of course, is out of town and we both cried our eyes out on the phone.
Bye Hankferd Horatio Hotdog Ward, I am so happy I was your person.