Saturday, May 23, 2009
On Thursday, we had to make the horrible decision to say 'good-bye' to our beloved Brinkley, one week after his 9th birthday.
It all happened suddenly (shockingly so). One minute he was fine, laying on the floor with the grandbaby and then the next minute, not fine at all. After doing some x-rays, it was discovered that there were other cancer masses and one of them which attached to his spleen, had ruptured. It would have been terribly selfish of me to put him through surgery again, with a not very optimistic outcome, so we made the decision to put him down.
I am devastated.