Luckily the vet on call was someone I knew. Marty, is a tour guide for Mesa Verde and an employee of Aramark. He is a retired veterinarian, working this week a few days while the vet was out of the office. I felt better that it was someone I knew, and he told me exactly what was going on with her, and this made the decision easier.
I did not like making this decision, and in the past would have my husband decide and take the animals to the vet. But this is something I had to do alone now. I stayed with her during the 2 shots, they sedated her first. After she was sedated, she vomited some treats I had given her on Sunday (to get her to take her medicine). The tumor was blocking parts of the stomach and intestine and that is why she would/could not eat. More proof that she was not doing well and I could not let her suffer any longer.
I often said she was a good "watchdog", we just needed to teach her how to bark. She would sleep at the foot of my bed facing the door staring into the hallway. In the RV, she loved to watch out the window. If someone was closer than she liked, the ears would perk up and her eyes would get big. I wondered what she would do if she thought I was in danger, would she scratch and bite someone?