She orginally belonged to this young couple from Florida and they had to give her up because his young wife has been diagnosed with cancer & they were comming to New York for her treatment. My sister knew that we wanted a dog because of a previous conversation that we had a month prior, about missing our first Black lab that had died about 3 yrs before.
I remember the vet saying that it was a good thing that she was a mix because she probably would not get "hip dysplasia" like our other Duchess had. Never -- did I imagine that she would get something so much more devastating. She was fine 3 weeks ago , showed no signs of anything whatsoever being wrong with her health. It was then that I noticed her depression, loss of appetite, & she seemed a little lethargic, for about 3 days so I called the vet on Monday & made an appointment that very same day. It all went downhill after that. We got a call on Tuesday morning & she was rushed back to the vet for what would be a two night stay only to then be rushed to another bigger hospital on Thursday for an emergency operation on Friday. I got a call from her doctor saying that every thing went well that morning except for a small infection that was still present in her liver, then at 5:15 p.m my husband and I sat down to dinner happily discusing the situation. Then came the phone call which I answered and my knees buckled as my heart sank when the doctor told us that she was in cardiac arrest and that if we wanted to see her one last time we should come right away. Thank God we were able to be with her as she lay dying -- my baby fought so hard. She was so ravished with it the she did not look like my dog at all. It was so hard for us to see her this way so we made the dreaded decision to stop her suffering and she slipped away @ 6:30 p.m on Friday. It was so quick that I was numb. How can this be

Now that I know the reason, I am relieved because she did not suffer with the disease for too long.
It has brought me fresh waves of pain -- another blow to my broken heart -- but it was beyond our control -- there was nothing we could do.
We did everything for her that we could -- It was truly in God's hands. She would have been 5 yrs old on Feb 23rd.
God how we miss our baby

You will never be forgotton my pet *** ooo
Dutchess 2-23-00 2-04-05