All Dogs Go To Heaven...

This past week has been hard, really hard.  In fact I would say I have been in a mild state of depression.  Last week we got the official news from the vet...Cinder has osteoarthritis-bad.  She also had some hip displasia.  I knew when I called the vet to see if we could get some pain meds for her arthritis where it would lead to.  She hasn't been doing well.  Stairs were impossible without assistance, we had to help her up from laying down about 85% of the time and going out to the bathroom...lets just say it was a struggle.  As we left the vet gave a weeks worth of pain pills and told us to talk about quality of life vs. quantity.

We knew what we needed to do  but it took us the whole week to do.  I kept trying to convince myself that maybe she would do well with the pain pills and we would get our old Cinder back but I was only fooling myself.  Oh and the decisions we had to make...it was tough.  I kind of checked out for the past week.  I cancelled plans with friends because I was in no mood for visiting, didn't do much except lay around with Cinder...I wanted to spend all the time with her I could.

So yesterday we finally made the decision and I called the vet.  Not two minutes later I browsed Instagram and saw this posted by my cousin Nicolle, who had no idea what we were going through.  It meant a lot to me to see this.

Today is hard, real hard.  But being reminded of where Cinder is right now helps a little.  Knowing she is running again, swimming in the creek, chasing rabits (I'm sure not catching them though, since all things live in peace in Heaven), and playing with her friends is helping just a little tonight.