Thru the past few years, we've all followed Libby & Garry's work with Yogi, who came to them with many issues.
	It is unfortunate that I did not write about nor did I save Libby's posts about Yogi's "reactiveness", but their work paid off and he became a Good Boi!
However, on 3 February 2024, Libby writes: I haven't written about Yogi because there wasn't much to say. The uberexpensive urinalysis for transitional cell carcinoma markers was negative. The tumors are in a bad place for surgery so we were waiting a few weeks for another ultrasound. My vet still thinks that is what he has.
	But yesterday he was off; not perky and, altho he ate, he wasn't really interested in food. This morning he was bouncing and barking and demanding food. Usual Yo-man.
Until 4 p.m. He started bugging me, but I thought it was his feed-me-early routine. At 5 p.m., I went into the kitchen; he didn't follow me. I put his food down; he didn't even look at it.
	When his breathing became labored, we were off to the ER. And that's where we are now. They called for triage and he's back with the vets. I know it's a regular question at the ER, but to have to say "DNR" is heartbreaking. Fingers crossed I'm overreacting.
LATER THAT NIGHT: YOGI R.I.P Thanks all, but no amount of zen, prayers or love could stop the inevitable. The ultrasound at the ER showed loads of fluid, and a sample showed blood throughout. Did one of his tumors burst? Or cause something else to burst? Who knows. He was in pain and it was time to set him free. Our hearts are breaking for our most difficult, most reactive and most dearly-loved and come-a-long-way-to-mellow boy. BECKY HAWKINS: I am so very sorry. I've loved following his journey with you & Garry. Sending much love and many hugs. And sharing tears. SUE FORRESTER in Australia: Oh Libby . . . I just sit here reading the awfulness in your final words for your beloved boy. Beyond sad . . . You gave him everything. PAULA LACKNER: Oh, Libby, I am so so sorry for you. Yogi was a lucky boy to have you & Garry. Yogi knew he was always loved when he landed with both of you. He will always be with you in your heart and soul. Godspeed, Yogi. CHUCK RUSK: Buddy & I are sending love & zen for Garry & your broken hearts. DEBRA: I am so sorry to hear this. Sending hugs & airezen as you grieve your loss of Yogi. He is free of pain and flying high with the Aireangels. V'LOU OLIVEIRA: So sorry to hear about Yogi. It's so hard to lose your Airedale boy. DEAN INCOPERO: So very sorry. Our thoughts & prayers are with you & Garry. CHRISTA FIORE: So very sorry. One of the hardest days there is. JACKIE McGUINNESS: My heart and hugs are with you. Having followed the ups & downs of his time with you I feel like I've lost a friend. Run free, dear sweet Yogi. LIN HARTNETT: This was not the news I wanted to read. I am so sorry, Yogi will be missed by all of us. LORI TAYLOR: My heart aches for your loss of Yogi. My deepest sympathy to you & Garry. JANE DAVIES in Canada: I'm so very sorry to hear about Yogi. JULIE HERRIDGE: So so sorry to hear about Yogi's passing. RUN FREE YOGI! JACKIE IKE: Ohhhh Libby, I'm so sorry. There are just no words to help your grief. He walks with the angels now and is free of pain. God Bless him!! RAINBOW BRIDGE Just this side of Heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge. When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine and our friends are warm and comfortable. All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing: they each miss someone very special, someone who was left behind. They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; his eager body begins to quiver. Suddenly, he breaks from the group, flying over the green grass, faster and faster. You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into those trusting eyes, so long gone from your life, but never absent from your heart. Then you cross the Rainbow Bridge together . . . Author Unknown

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