Reba had been failing for quite a while. Her back legs were giving out and she was on a strong Rx—a combination of steroids and aspirin—and had been handling her problem quite well.
She even horsed around with Spanky and they dashed out the door looking for chipmunks together and sometimes tore through the house having a wonderful time. However, last week I noticed she was getting really wobbly and the next morning, after she and Spanky went out and came back in, she fell down and couldn't get up and I knew the jig was up.
I called the vet and made the arrangements and then drove Reba to the office and they put her down with me holding her and talking to her. It was very sad. Even the assistant was crying. Everyone at the vet knew knew Reba well.
Spanky is acting confused. We just came up to my room and he ran into my bathroom looking for her. Reba had liked to hang out there because the floor is cool and comfortable.
This will be a period of adjustment. Maybe we will stay a one-dog family. I'm grateful to Adopt-A-Dog for Reba and the many wonderful years we had together.
