My female bulldog was about to puke on the couch yesterday morning as I was about to walk out the door to go to work. I pulled her down and she puked on the floor. I scrambled to clean it up as I was running late. My wife said shed make a vet appointment and take her when they opened. I was in such a hurry I didn't even pet her before I left. My wife called me later and said the vet was gonna give her surgery because she had a infection in her stomach that turned toxic. She then called me back and said Beebs had died before they could even operate.
I've had her since she was 7 weeks old. She was like our child (just like everybody says). I must say this hurts way worse than I thought it would. I can hardly stand her being gone. Sorry to sound like a softy weirdo I just miss my dog so bad.
She was only 8 years old
She was a sweet girl and made me laugh every day.