i waivered on whether to post on this or not...since this really isn't about decor or junk or being thrifty...but when something is a part of your life for so very long, it's hard not to want to share and document that part of you.
hello cuddles
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such a sweet face
(i was referring to the dog) |
on wednesday, September 15th,
our 15 year old cairn terrier had to be put down.
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playing in the snow |
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patiently waiting for her Christmas present of treats
always in the same bag each year
she would sit by the tree staring and waiting for it |
she had stopped eating, couldn't stand and was losing control.
all this happened within a 24 hour period.
i had mentally prepared that this day may be coming and prayed that the decision would be clear to me. we didn't want her to suffer or have her life prolonged due to our selfishness of not wanting her to leave us.
she had lived 15 years, a long time for a dog.
it wasn't an easy decision to make but i had peace about it.
she had ALWAYS been full of energy until about 6 months ago when she really started showing her age and slowing down and then about 2 months ago she started losing weight,
despite trying everything possible to add weight to her little frame.
she had lost over 2 lbs. since mid-may when she weighed in at 12.5 lbs.
there was difficulty in going up and down stairs, showing signs of incontinence and not wanting to eat. thinking at first it was her age and not wanting to chew the hard food, we added water and canned food. this worked for a while but for the week prior, she had started to eat less and less. the thought of the end coming soon was beginning to be clearer.
on that wednesday, she tried to eat but then couldn't hold it down.
later in the afternoon, i heard her trying to move and found her unable to get up
with her legs splayed out.
thinking she was weak from not eating (she hadn't really eaten the day prior) i tried peanut butter. she loved it but that didn't last either.
i then called our vet who wanted to see her, preparing me that we may have to make a decision. i then contacted the kids and hubs to let them know.
our son accompanied me to the vet office, a 30 minute drive, for moral support. we were the last to be seen, when i put cuddles down on the scale to be weighed, i had to lay her down as she couldn't stand steadily.
within moments, the vet was sure we were making the right decision.
15 years of kisses, cuddles, fun, laughter and crazy tricks
goodbye cuddles
july 31, 1995 ~ september 15, 2010
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hanging out on the deck this summer |