I was startled awake at 1.30 am by a terrible whine. Our little dog Coco was having a seizure. Her heart racing, tongue lolling to one side and a look of confusion in her eyes. I turned to my husband, "She's dying." I said.
Hubby covered her in a blanket and wrapped her up in his arms as I headed to the car. We travelled the short distance to the After Hours Vet Clinic in 10 mins but every traffic light stop seemed like an eternity.
" I think she's ready to go." was all I could say to the vet in charge. Hubby placed Coco gently on the table and the vet nodded in agreement. I signed the necessary forms, while hubby whispered comforting words to our wee girl. We stroked and comforted her the best we could as she slipped away.
Rest now my angel.
This event convinced me to reassess my drinking habits. If Coco had woken up a few short hours earlier, I would not have been able to drive due to the amount of alcohol I had consumed during the evening. And as Hubby doesn't drive, Coco would have died at home, no doubt suffering, for I do not know how long.
It took me a about a month to get myself into the right frame of mind, but I am now eight days alcohol free :)