We had to say goodbye to our beloved Pete this morning.
He nearly died in early August but rallied when we put him on a liver cleansing diet. It bought him another three months of life, but we knew his liver was in precarious shape.
He was unable to jump up onto our bed for the last few days. Maria noticed his abdomen was distended last night and it was worse this morning.
We took him to the vet this morning and Dr. Heather Curry determined his abdomen was full of fluid as a consequence of a completely failed liver. He might have lived another week or two with daily draining of the fluid, but there was no recovering and he would have been miserable.
I'm so glad that I lifted him onto the bed last night and he got to spend his last night sleeping with us and poking Maria in the face with his back legs.
He's over the Rainbow Bridge now, getting reacquainted with Ruthie, who died a year ago.
Pete was born Nov. 6, 2005 on a farm just outside Crawfordsville, Ind. His dad was a miniature Aussie and his mom was a full-sized Aussie.
He was the sweetest dog I ever knew and I will cherish his memory forever.
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