I do much reading at this site - very little writing but felt I should add my reply. Obviously I'm a dog enthusiast and I feel bad for your loss of Wendall. I have to tell my recent story and apologize if it drags on. A week & a half ago, we moved from Charlotte NC to Huntsville, AL. I'm originally from Niagara Falls and have lived in the South for @ 25 years. An opportunity became available for this move further into Dixie & so far so good - little bit slower paced & just what we were looking for. About 10 weeks ago our 8 year old Golden Retriever -Lucky- came down with what the vet diagnosed as Autoimmune Hemolytic Anemia which put his blood count "upside down"!! Over that time period, & several trips to the vet's office we had treated him with antibiotics, transfusions, and steroids and hoped that he was on the mend. Since he was in excellent shape prior to all this we thought he'd be with us in Alabama for at least a couple years. When it came down to the last weekend for the family and I to move, Lucky was too weak to even get up and his kidneys had completly shut down. I swear that he communicated to us that the past 8 years were terrific but it was time for us to go our seperate ways. We called the vet @ 7am and made the decision to put him down at 11:30 am - It must have been the slowest 4-1/2 hours we'd spend with him. With tears running down her face, the doctor performed this gut wrenching procedure. I will always remember his as "polite, gentle, & courteous" but I swear he chose the "most convenient" day of that weekend to pass away. I was alone with him on Friday, Sunday was the day to load the trucks and our vet was not available, & Monday was the closing of the house sale & the 9 hour trip to Alabama!!! I may have to name our next dog "Bama" in his memory.
Regards,
Pete