This is the shortest cancer blog of all time probably. Heaven has got their party hats on today. Beauregard went to the Bridge last night. He woke me up around 3am. He was wheezing and gurgling. It was clear that he couldn't get a breath of oxygen. I took him down to emergency hoping that there was some drug that would allow him to breathe a little until I was ready to let him go. I had to get ready. He was only oxygenating at 88%. They put them on oxygen at 90%. My choice was to put him on oxygen, hospitalize him and wait for him to drown in his own fluids or let him go peacefully. I sat down on the floor with him and held his head against my chest. I told him that I loved him and that Xica would be waiting for him on the other side. Then I wished him a pleasant journey and he was gone.
Beauregard will be missed as much as he was loved. As far as dogs go, he was a champagne supernova. Party on Big Man.
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Val, if there is anything I can do, let me know. You were blessed to have him 10 years and now he's passed and you know Cheeko probably met him at the Bridge along w/ Xica. You were strong to help him out of his pain. Stay strong now for Rita, ok?
(((((((((((((((val)))))))))))))))
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