Poor Cleopatra!  I am so very sorry!

I have no ideas as to what could have been the cause but I agree that the vet wasn't one I'd ever want to use for my furpals!

Well I tlked with her at length last night. She is really sick over that dog. and no matter our differences she did love that dog and she was VERY good to her. Cleo was spoiled rotten. My mother made her these fancy collars like cleopatra wore. She had a funfur blanket to keep her warm since the air was always set to sub zero temp. Cleo was really smart and very well trained. she was so close to my mother that she actually saved her life. My mother is severe diabetic and has had a rough time with her sugar level. When my mother was asleep and her sugar level would drop nearing a dangerous range Cleo would pester the heck out of her to get her up. My heart is broken as well over the loss of this dog. Every time I would go there I brought her something and she knew me as grandma lol. Since I moved to Georgia every time I called my mom I talked to cleo. Mom would put me on speaker and I would say "where is grandmas baby?" And she would whine and cry and lick the phone. I helped her with her first and only litter of pups. She was the most like my Addie of all the litters.

I told my mom she should get another pup but at first she was unwilling. Felt like she would be replacing Cleo anbd that doing so so soon would be like saying she didn't matter. I know if cleo could speak to my mother she would tell her NOT to be alone. Cleo worshiped my mother and would have given her life for her.  Looking back in my mothers life she never really had anyone that stuck with her like Cleo did and I know cleo would want another companion there to love, protect and watch over her. That is what I told my mother. She has now decided I am right and she is going to search for another pup.

Cleo was not the dog my mother chose out of Addies first litter. My mother chose another female who now resides in KY and is an agilities champ. It was Cleo who chose my mother. And she was relentless about it at a tiny 5 weeks old. Every time my mother went near that litter this dog pestered her. She would lay at her feet on the kitchen floor. She would yip and bark at my mother from the pup pen. And dare my mother pick up another pup for any reason. Little Cleo had a fit. No dog can ever replace her she was one of a kind but my mom does have a bunch of love to give to another pup. Mom said she always thought since her health was so bad that Cleo would out live her.  She used to worry what would happen to Cleo when she was gone. I have such a knot in my stomach I can't even begine to describe it.

Mom said she looked down at Cleo and kissed and hugged her. She told her she couldn't bare to see her suffer anymore and that the Dr. was going to give her a shot to make the pain stop. Cleo licked her face as she died. My heart is broken.