September came and the heat continued. The heat was my dog's enemy. It tired him out. We had already had the fluid drained from his chest twice. The vet was honest with me. If it is only several weeks between treatments we have to consider his quality of life. On the 18th he was playing tug with my husband. On the night of the 19th he could not lay down. He stood in the center of the bedroom and his eyes told me he was finished. My husband rolled over to go to sleep.
I took him to the specialist as 11:30 at night. The on call vet told me what I didn't want to hear. It was time. My dog told me it was time. I called my husband and he came. I wept and watched as his life left him. I wanted to take it back and tell them to give me my dog back. I knew I could never get back what I had lost. In the early morning hours of Sept 20th my beautiful, unique, clever Italian dog slipped away.
We drove home in separate cars and cried all night.
