Honoring the promise to be her voice was difficult, when the vet asked me how aggressively I wanted to treat her, long before euthanasia came up, I was tempted to say anything. However, when there were no guarantees that she would be comfortable or survive, I couldn't agree to treatment. To me, the only way to be kind was to be her voice, and in the end, the vet thanked me for having the courage so few owners do.
Milly died peacefully, in my arms, loved. I miss her terribly - I can't stop crying - and it feels like a piece of me died with her. However, I am comforted knowing I gave her love and a life that she had never known, and she gave me love and patience I had never known. In so many ways we saved each other.
I've been meaning to blog for a long time... A lot has happened since my last post, some wonderful (like falling in love, getting a third dog, and changing careers), some terrible (like losing my best [human] friend, Bess, to cancer in 2012).
However, in the wake of Milly's death, now seems like the most appropriate time to post.
Rest In Peace, Millington.