Aw Acorna...I'm so sorry about Gypsy and her illness...I've never had a dog of my own, but I've always been a dog person, and when I was younger, my grandparents had a dog, Snoopy, who was a mutt and was one of my best friends as a kid. He was the type of dog who was big enough to ride, but never bit or growled if I played a little rough with him. He got really sick too and lost his vision, and bladder control, and eventually couldn't walk...it was incredibly sad, but my grandparents finally had to put the old boy to rest...he was 18 years old (human years) and lived a long, well loved life. I like to think he's up in doggie heaven, chewing on bones and peeing on everything, and that he occasionally will check in on me and sniff around to make sure I'm ok...in the words of my fellow Hebes, "Gam zu l'tovah"--this too is for the best. As hard as it is, your Gypsy will always be with you in spirit, no matter what. Sorry to ramble in a couple of languages...I haven't talked about Snoopy for a while...guess I miss the old boy...🙂
