I write my second post today with a heavy weight in my heart. I took Cowboy to the vet this morning, thankfully my regular vet was working today. I have to admit that there was a part of me screaming to not call them and keep Cowboy at home. But I knew instinctually or on an intellectual level that he needed to be seen. We started with blood work to see if there were any changes since his 6 month visit in February. While we waited for the results, we spent some time together on the floor. I told him how I felt about everything that was going on and how much I loved our 2 years together. I told him what he meant to our family and how much I wanted him to be okay. When the blood work came back, the results showed that even though he had a slight elevated white blood cell count there were no real changes since his last visit. However, Cowboy was telling us something else.
I tried to get Cowboy to take a treat from me, stand, put his head up and I tried to get a small wag of his tail, anything...but I couldn't. As I watched him, I knew in my heart that the kind thing to do was to let him go.
We had little time for goodbyes...Cowboy slipped into sleep for the last time and left this life for the next taking a piece of my heart with him. He will be missed and not forgotten.
Cowboy joins and meets our other Goldens, Tod, Ben, Cougar, Scout, Tucker, Tosh, Logan, Cubby, and Kasey at the Rainbow Bridge.
God speed Cowboy...