We had to carry her with towels to take her inside and outside. By the second day she was weaker, refused to eat and still would only lay spread eagle. She wasn't getting better, she was getting worse. Unfortunately, we didn't know her liver was failing and it was all happening so fast. That's we discovered her stool was black and looked like coffee grounds, she was bleeding internally from her upper GI. It all went downhill from there. Even with medicine, nothing could stop what was happening before our eyes. Most of time she was out of it, but she had her alert moments. Making the decision even harder.
It was time to make that decision.
We took her in the next day, on a Sunday, at 2:15pm, in our van, as our vet assisted in the cross over for Blaze. The vet at one end while Mark and I were looking into Blaze's eyes for the last time, saying our good-byes.
It was quick and painless and Blaze was finally set free from the wretched body that had betrayed her in the end. It was over. Her pain was over.