I inherited a dog less than a year ago, from some pretty shit people. The dog was not in great health, but I tried to get her in better shape. Dipped her for fleas/ticks, Bathed her (she stunk like a hound dog), fed her well, and gave her love.
The pound picked her up during the winter, right about the time I took custody of her. I drove and picked her up, and carried her back home in the snow. Bought a collar, and ID tags for her. Gave her a nice spot in my shed, with cedar/pine shavings to sleep on.
I believe the dog had been abused, as she was very shy around new people, and would cower at sudden movements. Sweetest dog ever.
2 days ago, i had to take her to the vet. Her belly was getting huge, and I know she wasn't fixed. However, i had not seen her bleeding, so she shouldn't have been able to get pregnant.
Thinking i had missed something, and we'd have a shitload of puppies on our hands, I took her to the vet. Bad news bears. After bloodwork confirmed she was heartworm-positive, we shot an x-ray of her belly. The swelling was fluid, and she was in heart failure. Basically the vet says she was end-stage of heartworms, and she'd be drowning in that fluid before long. Also, her kidneys and other organs would start shutting down soon. Being old as shit, and in poor general health, vet said her body might not even be able to handle the treatment.
Vet said "I think its time to let her go." FUCK.
I made her a "last supper" of steak. She really enjoyed that.
I dug a hole. Cried like a little bitch with a skinned knee. Gave her a doggie treat to eat on the way to heaven.
RIP in peace, Harley.