A bit of a stressful week...

9/13-Monday-Lil Man had a cold and apparently DH and I started feeling that "wonderful" tickling feeling in our throats.  I felt it on Sunday but tried to take precautions. 
9/14-Tuesday- L.M. has a fever a few hours before bed.  Motrin and a bath then off to bed. I can't breathe through my nose and really don't feel like moving one bit. Gracie wasn't her usual self and she threw up on the carpet.
9/15-Wednesday-DH gets up and takes the dogs out he comes in and tells me something is wrong with Gracie, when he took her out she could barely walk and she got half way to a point and just sat down in the wet grass.  So not like Gracie, she hates the rain and getting her paws wet, unless it's snow.  We knew it was time.  DH calls the vet and we take her in at 1130.  I think the stuff was administered at 1140 and no more than 2 minutes she was gone out of our lives.  No fighting, she was just that weak. 
9/16-Thursday-house work and playing and coloring with L.M.
9/17-Friday-same as Thursday. (both days looking for a cake topper for L.M.)


I'm still not fully over putting Gracie down but I do know it was what was best for her.  The night before we put her down, I woke up in the middle night looking for her because I didn't hear her labored breathing. But she was there. Sitting up.  Jackson, our other dog who ALWAYS sleeps on our bed, slept with his head towards where ever she was all that night.  He's doing okay, he didn't really try to look for her when we came home and hasn't since.  And L.M. was really gentle with her before we took her to the vet.  I think that there's something with animals and small children in which they know what's going on in situations like that. 

We're doing okay.  Just the other night I was looking at the comforter we have on the bed and there are spots on the bed, from when she had her allergies-yeast and it was yucky.  But I saw this and started crying. I am happy because I got to spend time with her during her wonderful short life and sad because it was such a short life. 

Well, I'm going to go before I start crying again.