Milly was at the vet this morning after her squabble with Isabella. The suturing looked wonderful, and she was doing quite well. As we were walking out to the car to come home with the vet tech to assist us, Milly's right rear leg shattered when she went to get into the truck. She was taken back in and x-ray confirmed tumor engulfing the leg. No warning, no symptoms, just this sudden devastating shattering. The x-rays were horrendous. Our options were discussed and a conference was held and the decision was made due to her age and previous cancer to not put her through any more misery. She came to us in November on the spur of the moment decision, sight unseen. She made herself instantly at home. She was with us such a short time but during that time she was loved and loved us well in more ways than I could ever imagine. She was sweet and wanted nothing more than to just cuddle on the couch. She was dignified in everything she did. She was tolerant of Gus and Bella and watched them with an amused expression on her face when they would act like silly hounds. In the ten months she was with us she settled in our hearts as if she had been here forever. I am blessed to have had this wonderful senior girlie hound come into my life. She made it better. Her journey to the bridge was gentle just as she was in life. I will truly miss her.

Run free sweet Milly. I am sure Zeus and Annie met you at the bridge. My thoughts and prayers go out to you

Oh, I am so sorry. How old was Milly? My thoughts and prayers are with you and your family.

I am so sorry.

I am so sorry to hear about Millyshe had a wonderful home and life with you which was full of love. She was such a beautiful girl. I found this while I was browsing and wanted to share with you.

http://www.wtv-zone.com/nywoman/PAGES/page3.html

Beryl, thank you so much for the wonderful link. I spent some time there and found it very comforting. Thank you for thinking of it for me. Patricia, Milly came to us last November at the age of 10 1/2. She had cancer and her family had broken up. Our adoption group was looking for a foster family for her. Instead she got us. I will never regret one day that she has been with us, as short a time as it was.

We lost our first Shadow who would of been 13 to Ca and then our beautiful Phawn at the age of 8 1/2 to Osteo. We have been there and no matter how long you have a furbaby it still hurts. We lost a pre-adopted boy that never made it to his forever home and do not know what happened to him but at least I have his sister.
At least I can tell you I know how it feels. Take care and remember that there are a lot of people thinking about you. You need to talk PM or e-mail me this old lady is good for something....She will be waiting for you at the Bridge and she is now running free with the wind.

so sorry to hear that
i'm glad she had someone that knew what was best for her

So sorry for your loss.

She had a wonderful family to love and care for her. My thoughts are with you.

I found this on another Message Board and Leslie I think this fits you to a tee and of course those who adopt the Senior Greys

ONE BY ONE

One by one, they file past my cage
Too old, too worn, too broken, no way
Way past his time, he can't run and play
Then they shake their heads slowly
and go on their way

A little old man, arthritic and sore
It seems I am not wanted anymore
I once had a home, I once had a bed
A place that was warm, and where I was fed

Now my muzzle is gray, and my eyes slowly fail
Who wants a dog so old and so frail?
My family decided I didn't belong
I got in their way; my attitude was wrong

Whatever excuse they made in their head
Can't justify how they left me for dead
Now I sit in this cage, where day after day
The younger dogs all get adopted away

When I had almost come to the end of my rope
You saw my face, and I finally had hope
You saw through the gray
and the legs bent with age
And felt that I still had life beyond this cage

You took me home, gave me food and a bed
And shared your own pillow with my poor tired head
We snuggle and play and you talk to me low
You love me so dearly, you want me to know

I may have lived most of my life with another
But you outshine them with a love
so much stronger
And I promise to return all the love I can give
To you, my dear person, as long as I live

I may be with you for a week or for years
We will share many smiles,
you will no doubt shed tears
And when the time comes
that God deems I must leave
I know you will cry and your heart it will grieve

And when I arrive at the Bridge all brand new
My thoughts and my heart will still be with you
And I will brag to all that will hear
Of the person who made my last days oh, so dear

Author Unknown

What a wonderful poem. Thank you Beryl


I'm going to print this and post it at the kennel.

You are welcome and I hope the kennel likes it to. I did quite a bit of browsing when I lost my babies...

I am so sorry for your loss of Milly. Someone knew she needed you and you needed her. I wish you all the comfort needed during this time.
Tara

Such a pretty girl. I'm so sorry you lost her, but I'm so glad she found you in her last year.