Sad day at the farm

This morning we had to say goodbye to our beloved fiery red head Ruby. Over the last few days she was rejecting food. I brought her to the vet yesterday and found out her spleen was five times the normal size. The blood test results came in this morning and her liver numbers were off the chart. She also refused any food. Lynn and I knew what our duty was. Ruby was 12 years old and there really is no treatment that would provide any quality of life and her condition was worsening rapidly.

That's the thing about being a pet parent. You are faced with making the ultimate decision. One that is daunting as hell and one that no one is really fully prepared to make. We have been faced with this before and it never gets easier. We knew what needed to be done for her. The ultimate selfless act. So we did.

I will miss that spine piercing bark. That bitchy and demanding attitude that she exuded. I chose her from a litter of sweet puppies. I chose the one who wanted nothing to do with us. She was fiery, brazen, demanding, and a task master. But most of all she was our Rubes.

We miss you little one.

So Rubes

Snow lover

Marilyn for a day

A rare(very rare) sweet moment with a young Magnolia

About to scream at me to let her in.