I just wanted to let everybody know that Tango had to be put to sleep last Tuesday. That's why I haven't really been around much. She woke up (last) Monday morning unable to walk (we thought she had slipped a disc or two - in which case, she would've had surgery). We took her for some tests, and the specialist said that she either had a tumor on her spinal cord (but wouldn't know without opening her up), or her discs were degenerating. He's 98% sure it was the latter. We could have still done surgery, but he said there was no possible way she'd ever be able to walk again. Anybody who knows Tango or has met her would agree with me when I say, that living in a wheel chair for the remainder of her life would not have been at all fair and would most definitely not have been the right decision for her. She deserved better and would have been miserable in a wheel chair. Seeing her in such discomfort and confusion was awful. The most terrible thing I've ever been through. I haven't cried this much in forever - Tango meant the world to me.
I'm doing better today compared to the rest of the week, though I'm still angry/sad that this had to happen to Tango. She was such a good girl. It's hard to think that this time last Sunday was the last time I'd ever throw the ball for her again. Bed time is without a doubt the most difficult part of my day. People keep telling me that "she knew it was her time to go", and I shouldn't feel bad (though I understand they don't mean anything bad by it). She really didn't have any idea though. She looked terrified and confused, with a face that said "help me, I don't know what's happening".
Here are her last two pictures (still looking a bit comfortable), before she got progressively worse: