Missy was probably a Beagle and terrier mix, but her rib cage was larger and her waist smaller than those breeds. Her short, coarse coat was a lovely lemon and white color, and her hair embedded tightly in furniture upholstery and had to be pulled out with strips of tape and tweezers! She was a sweet, kind, gentle little dog. Someone dumped her in the neighborhood of one of my co-workers. She was just wandering around on the streets, so I brought her home a few days later. The person who dumped her really missed living with a great friend.
In her old age, Missy developed the canine equivalent to Alzheimer's disease. She was often disoriented, and I'd find her standing with her nose in the corners of rooms and hallways. Our veterinarian wanted to get her in clinical trials for a new medication, but her physical health took a severe turn for the worse.
Missy had suffered with brief and fairly frequent nosebleeds for years, and nosebleeds are uncommon in dogs. Our veterinarian suspected she had cancer far up in her nose or sinus cavities but was repeatedly unable to get a tissue sample. Finally he was able to flush out a piece of a tumor which was indeed cancerous, so we at last knew what we were dealing with and that her time was, by then, short. She didn't act like she felt sick, but one day she just stopped eating. My husband and I knew that she would only decline food if she felt really ill and that it was time to let her go.
Missy was one of my younger son's favorite dogs ever because of her sweet nature. We gave her a good home with lots of love. I think of her still, even after all these years.
In her old age, Missy developed the canine equivalent to Alzheimer's disease. She was often disoriented, and I'd find her standing with her nose in the corners of rooms and hallways. Our veterinarian wanted to get her in clinical trials for a new medication, but her physical health took a severe turn for the worse.
Missy had suffered with brief and fairly frequent nosebleeds for years, and nosebleeds are uncommon in dogs. Our veterinarian suspected she had cancer far up in her nose or sinus cavities but was repeatedly unable to get a tissue sample. Finally he was able to flush out a piece of a tumor which was indeed cancerous, so we at last knew what we were dealing with and that her time was, by then, short. She didn't act like she felt sick, but one day she just stopped eating. My husband and I knew that she would only decline food if she felt really ill and that it was time to let her go.
Missy was one of my younger son's favorite dogs ever because of her sweet nature. We gave her a good home with lots of love. I think of her still, even after all these years.
Missy was probably a Beagle and terrier mix, but her rib cage was larger and her waist smaller than those breeds. Her short, coarse coat was a lovely lemon and white color, and her hair embedded tightly in furniture upholstery and had to be pulled out with strips of tape and tweezers! She was a sweet, kind, gentle little dog. Someone dumped her in the neighborhood of one of my co-workers. She was just wandering around on the streets, so I brought her home a few days later. The person who dumped her really missed living with a great friend.
In her old age, Missy developed the canine equivalent to Alzheimer's disease. She was often disoriented, and I'd find her standing with her nose in the corners of rooms and hallways. Our veterinarian wanted to get her in clinical trials for a new medication, but her physical health took a severe turn for the worse.
Missy had suffered with brief and fairly frequent nosebleeds for years, and nosebleeds are uncommon in dogs. Our veterinarian suspected she had cancer far up in her nose or sinus cavities but was repeatedly unable to get a tissue sample. Finally he was able to flush out a piece of a tumor which was indeed cancerous, so we at last knew what we were dealing with and that her time was, by then, short. She didn't act like she felt sick, but one day she just stopped eating. My husband and I knew that she would only decline food if she felt really ill and that it was time to let her go.
Missy was one of my younger son's favorite dogs ever because of her sweet nature. We gave her a good home with lots of love. I think of her still, even after all these years.
In her old age, Missy developed the canine equivalent to Alzheimer's disease. She was often disoriented, and I'd find her standing with her nose in the corners of rooms and hallways. Our veterinarian wanted to get her in clinical trials for a new medication, but her physical health took a severe turn for the worse.
Missy had suffered with brief and fairly frequent nosebleeds for years, and nosebleeds are uncommon in dogs. Our veterinarian suspected she had cancer far up in her nose or sinus cavities but was repeatedly unable to get a tissue sample. Finally he was able to flush out a piece of a tumor which was indeed cancerous, so we at last knew what we were dealing with and that her time was, by then, short. She didn't act like she felt sick, but one day she just stopped eating. My husband and I knew that she would only decline food if she felt really ill and that it was time to let her go.
Missy was one of my younger son's favorite dogs ever because of her sweet nature. We gave her a good home with lots of love. I think of her still, even after all these years.
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