I've been putting off writing this blog post. I might as well get it out of the way.
Yesterday, we released Revy from her failing body. The pancreatic enzymes weren't working anymore, the B12 injections weren't working anymore, and she was losing weight rapidly. Her liver had begun to fail, and her blood was having difficulty clotting. EPI had won.
There was nothing we could do, except say goodbye.
Right now, I feel cheated. I'm angry at the universe for putting her through this. For putting us through this. She was the best little corgi you could have asked for, and she was only on this earth for three years.
This wasn't the ending I'd wanted for Revy. It's too quiet here. A friend of mine commented that Revy gave the best hugs. I miss those hugs.