Preface of this is I’m 18 weeks pregnant with twins and sad.

Story is I went on a cruise last week, it was pretty bad on its own (that’s a story for another day) but on the first day our dog sitter let us know that our 14yr8mo old dog, Harley, was not doing well. She had a seizure a couple months back, we did the vet and blood work, nothing ‘wrong’ they said keep an eye on her and if they started to become regular let them know. She had another 3 days before we left but she rebounded like she had the last one. Now she wasn’t walking, eating, or drinking.

Day 2. Dog sitter takes her to the vet, with our permission, and they determine it’s neurological and she was paralyzed, medical intervention would consist of neurological intervention up to an including exploratory brain surgery, and thousands and thousands of dollars. Again, with our permission, we let her go.

Prior to this in 2020 we had to let our first dog, Fred, go at 12 years old. In 2023 we let our 3rd dog, Maggie, go (she was a rescue so her age was estimated to be 13).

I hate that I wasn’t there to hold her in the end, but brings me some peace to know they’re all together again. I took this picture off the side of the ship one night around sunset. I believe these orbs are them, together, but my bratty sister said she only sees 2. So someone validate me and tell me they also see 3. The one on top looks like it’s separating into two to me.

This is Harley. 💔🐾🌈