She has had a mysterious breathing problem her whole life. X-rays showed that her lungs were malformed--some kind of birth defect--resulting in asthma-like attacks. Last week she had a particularly bad spell in which the vet had to give her oxygen. She came home and had a few pretty good (not great) days.
But early this morning she just could not get her breath, period. We rushed her to the emergency vet, where they tried to help her with an inhaler and more oxygen. But she continued to struggle. At that point the doctor told us that in his opinion, we should let her go. We knew it was true. Anything else they could have done for her would have been only a temporary fix, at best. As horrible as the choice was, the thought of her asphyxiating alone during the night or while we weren't home was worse. I held her on my lap as the vet administered the final injection.
We've been trying to think about some happier stories about our sweet little sidekick. Believe me, there was much more to her than her medical problems! I will write more and share some of these memories when I feel up to it.
RIP Nacho, 2007-2011