Just got back from... putting Buu down. Her chances were slim at best since she was carrying a tumour behind her eye. Yesterday, the vet believed it had already spread to her brain. This was confirmed just last night when Buu suffered a seizure. So, we decided to "pull the plug", so to speak.
This morning, we made Buu as comfortable as possible. She was given some ham to eat, propped up on the sofa with pillows and blankets, and we watched an episode of MLP:FiM together. We smiled for the last time we'd smile together here on Earth.
She had a great, last few hours. But she's asleep now, where nothing can hurt'er. She's was a good, strong Scottie who gave life her all in the end. It's hard to believe we'll never be able to walk down the same sidewalk, watch our favourite morning and late night shows, or snuggle together again. But it was her time to go. Better to have her go before even considering an attempt to prolong her life via radiation. I just... couldn't let her go through all the indignities of radiation treatment. Letting her die with a burnt-out eye, hairless body and a dysfunctional brain just wouldn't be fair to a creature who has lived life more beautifully than any one human I've ever known.
Buu truly was an inspiration for me to keep going, to never give in. It didn't matter what life threw at her; she kept going no matter what. I'm just glad we did not prolong her suffering; despite the seizure last night, she went gracefully. Buu, you will never be forgotten. While you had no pups of your own, your legacy lives on in the family that adopted you.
Rest in peace, Buu.