Moobli
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I had to make the difficult and sad decision on Saturday night to have my old collie, Rip, put to sleep. He had gone off his food (not at all like him) and looked uncomfortable in himself. The emergency vet took two hours to get out to us, so I spent that time chatting and comforting my old boy and the vet felt it was likely had had a tumour that had started bleeding, as his belly was all distended and his colour not good. The kindest thing was to let him go. He was 15 years old and I took him on when he was 3 years old after his original shepherd owner died suddenly, leaving eight sheepdogs looking for new homes. He was a great working dog, and an even better friend and I would say he was probably the most loyal dog I have had the pleasure of knowing.
The second heartbreak was that my husband's 16 year old collie had stopped eating and the vet had actually been booked to come out to him two weeks previously but he rallied for a while and so the vet was put off.
The emergency vet who came out for Rip examined Bill and said she thought it would be a kindness to let him go.
Both boys are buried together on the hill where they gathered sheep, opposite our cottage.
The second heartbreak was that my husband's 16 year old collie had stopped eating and the vet had actually been booked to come out to him two weeks previously but he rallied for a while and so the vet was put off.
The emergency vet who came out for Rip examined Bill and said she thought it would be a kindness to let him go.
Both boys are buried together on the hill where they gathered sheep, opposite our cottage.