Hospital veterinario of Portimao

I choked with food again and by the time mommy arrived to resuscitate me I probably aspirated. I managed to pull through as mommy was an anesthesiologist and an expert in saving lives.  She has never lost a patient I'm her entire 30 years medical carrier. It was Tuesday one week before my admission to HVP. It wasn't clear until Friday I had pneumonia but as I was sneezing a lot and had pus at my nose mommy took me to a clinic in Albufeira.  The Xray showed pneumonia and I was started on injectable 225mg daily antibiotics.  I cheered up by Monday and my energy level was on the uprise. I had good appetite and did my usual walks at a slow pace. I was ill but not dying.  I was old but loved to cuddle with Amara and Mommy and still played with dogs of all ages at the beach. At what age should we stop hoping,  stop loving? Is there a moment when life tells you it's time to go? Mommy wasn't ready to let go of me, she was a fighter and I got inspired to fight too! She was preparing a birthday party for me and Amara in June,  I didn't want to disappoint.  Both her and Amara were very supportive and loving.  They never ever gave the slightest hint of tiredness,  despair towards my medical condition.  I was loved and we all hoped together for a big celebration in June. Even though my time was ticking.  Even though veterinarians would say I lived long for a Frenchie. Me, Mommy and Amara could not let go of an ever happy feeling that filed our hearts. Until Hospital Veterinário of Portimao.  Ana Rebelo had a very pleasant demanure and promised mommy to take care of me. Mommy had to go to a conference on Wednesday that week.  Ana Rebelo promised to not give me any sedative. She was supposed to do an echocardiogram for me as mommy drove away from the hospital.  That's what I thought she was going to do when she started an intravenous as soon as mommy left. Only that suddenly I couldn't breathe and my heart stopped.  She injected fenobarbital to kill me. Why?