FinnishLapphund
There's no cow on the ice
For well more than a third of my life, Jonna has been by my side. But my lovely little princess, who loved treats and to please me, who I never really needed to train to be well-behaved, whose lead I years ago could hand over to my youngest nephew S out on long forest walks and tell him that whatever he did, he was never ever allowed to let go of her lead until he gave it back to me, because with her he would never get lost since she would always find me, who I trusted 100% to walk patiently with S, who genuinely only had 1 single fault and that was to always prefer to know where I was, who was a gift I don't know what I did to deserve, she died this morning at the vet clinic, 16 years, 10 months, and 6 days old.
We of course knew how old she was, we also knew her liver was on its last leg, but it's still difficult. Deep down, I'm so grateful to have been blessed with having her this long, but at the moment my heart screams, and it hurts so much.
She was her completely normal self yesterday morning, and later in the day jumped up in, and out of, my Broom when we went to buy some more supplements to her, and Beata, behaving in a way which not gave me any reason to think that the end was near.
She was her usual self during the walks, but only ate half her meal at 20 o'clock, didn't want her daily gnaw bone, and after the last walk before midnight, she only wanted to eat the most yummy things I offered her. When morning came, she walked out to pee in the garden, but we could tell she was tired, and I could only get her to eat some pieces of cat food, before I called the veterinarian.
She stopped to have a good sniff at something near the vet clinics doors, and she couldn't resist eating a few pieces of dried liver treats I gave her from one of the vet clinic's treat bowls, but soon didn't want any more. The nurse gave her a syringe with calming stuff, and it didn't take long before she fell asleep. Her heart maybe continued beating, but if you ask me, I think she was gone before she got the euthanasia drugs.
We took her body home, she will soon be buried in our Summer home garden with our previous pets, but for now she's lying on the floor so that Beata, Blomma, and Cilla the cat, can say goodbye to her.
The situation is not made easier by that the vets found cysts in her daughter Beata's liver a few weeks ago, and Beata's sister, Blomma, is the same age as her, soon 14 years old, so realistically, anyone of them could soon follow Jonna. But Beata rolled in the grass in the garden today as usual, so hopefully, that's a worry for another day.
But a piece of myself is missing. It's taken me hours to write this because I keep starting to cry. At least I still have the others to take care of, and a routine with them which needs to be followed.
It doesn't feel as if any of my words can truly do justice in describing Jonna's lovely, gentle character, and greatness. My precious princess, my lovely little Jonna, thank you for these years.
(From February this year)
(From last year, lying on the backseat in my Broom)
We of course knew how old she was, we also knew her liver was on its last leg, but it's still difficult. Deep down, I'm so grateful to have been blessed with having her this long, but at the moment my heart screams, and it hurts so much.
She was her completely normal self yesterday morning, and later in the day jumped up in, and out of, my Broom when we went to buy some more supplements to her, and Beata, behaving in a way which not gave me any reason to think that the end was near.
She was her usual self during the walks, but only ate half her meal at 20 o'clock, didn't want her daily gnaw bone, and after the last walk before midnight, she only wanted to eat the most yummy things I offered her. When morning came, she walked out to pee in the garden, but we could tell she was tired, and I could only get her to eat some pieces of cat food, before I called the veterinarian.
She stopped to have a good sniff at something near the vet clinics doors, and she couldn't resist eating a few pieces of dried liver treats I gave her from one of the vet clinic's treat bowls, but soon didn't want any more. The nurse gave her a syringe with calming stuff, and it didn't take long before she fell asleep. Her heart maybe continued beating, but if you ask me, I think she was gone before she got the euthanasia drugs.
We took her body home, she will soon be buried in our Summer home garden with our previous pets, but for now she's lying on the floor so that Beata, Blomma, and Cilla the cat, can say goodbye to her.
The situation is not made easier by that the vets found cysts in her daughter Beata's liver a few weeks ago, and Beata's sister, Blomma, is the same age as her, soon 14 years old, so realistically, anyone of them could soon follow Jonna. But Beata rolled in the grass in the garden today as usual, so hopefully, that's a worry for another day.
But a piece of myself is missing. It's taken me hours to write this because I keep starting to cry. At least I still have the others to take care of, and a routine with them which needs to be followed.
It doesn't feel as if any of my words can truly do justice in describing Jonna's lovely, gentle character, and greatness. My precious princess, my lovely little Jonna, thank you for these years.
(From February this year)
(From last year, lying on the backseat in my Broom)
