I’m going to be honest, I haven’t felt much like writing. However, I feel like there’s so much to be said. This will likely be brief, as I still really don’t feel like writing.
A few months ago I posted about my best friend. My dog. She was diagnosed with hip dysplasia. Well, at the time her vet told me that even though she was in great health otherwise, I should start preparing myself for the inevitable.
On Sunday, 8/26/12 I said goodbye to my dearest friend. Her hips had gotten much worse and her health had begun to fail rapidly. In two weeks she’d lost a tremendous amount of weight and was having trouble breathing. It was getting worse daily. She had no interest in eating and she could hardly get around. It wasn’t the hip dysplasia. They found water in her lungs, quickly filling up, likely due to a tumor.. And at her age, she wouldn’t make it through surgery, nor would it be humane to put her through such trauma.
Ethan and I took a day to say our goodbyes.. spend time with her.. spoil her rotten with love and affection (and treats!).
When I brought her to the vet, we sat in a comfortable room and she laid down on a nice soft blanket. I told her how much I loved her and how it was okay for her to go (whenever we’d go on walks and she’d hesitate about going anywhere, I’d tell her it was okay and she would go..)…
There were tears in the eyes of the doctor as she administered the shot. She only knew Puppy for a few hours and she loved her already.
And as my dear friend, my baby girl, my most loyal companion of the last 12 1/2 years went peacefully to rest, it was as though she’d finally been able to relax. Finally, no more pain, no more suffering, and no more struggle. I stroked her fur until she was gone.. She looked… better. She didn’t look sick anymore. She looked like she was comfortable and resting. Her fur was soft, her eyes closed peacefully, her body resting in the same way she’d have been sleeping at the foot of my bed.
My sister and my friend were there with me, but all I focused on was her. And I realized with a bit of a smile, that when I finally make it up to heaven, she will be the first one at the door to greet me, just like home.