Savvy Cavy
Junior Guinea Pig
- Joined
- Dec 5, 2014
- Messages
- 98
- Reaction score
- 60
- Points
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I remember my lovely dog, Isabella. She was always so sweet and loyal, and never in my life would I imagine losing her.
But the day came.
I didn't know that she was going to die of a disease in the summer. It was her favourite time of year, and she was an elderly doggy. Although she was still very playful, and didn't show any signs of illness, except for one red eye, which the vet said it didn't have to do with the disease she had.
We didn't even put her down: she died, right there in the vets office. Apparently it was planned for her to die on that day, and she was moving more slowly than normal...
I never saw her again.
GOODBYE, ISABELLA
I'll see you on the Rainbow Bridge.
~Savvy Cavy
But the day came.
I didn't know that she was going to die of a disease in the summer. It was her favourite time of year, and she was an elderly doggy. Although she was still very playful, and didn't show any signs of illness, except for one red eye, which the vet said it didn't have to do with the disease she had.
We didn't even put her down: she died, right there in the vets office. Apparently it was planned for her to die on that day, and she was moving more slowly than normal...
I never saw her again.
GOODBYE, ISABELLA
I'll see you on the Rainbow Bridge.
~Savvy Cavy