bgb
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Feel utterly lost at the moment. She was fine on Wednesday morning but by 11pm, she was dead. In complete shock, I don't know what to do.
She became withdrawn and had not passed faeces for 8 hours on Wednesday afternoon, so I took her to the vet. She had an ultrasound and an x-ray which showed a blockage in her intestine. They said they would keep her in overnight and operate in the morning but at 11pm, the phone rang. She had deteriorated rapidly so the options were to do nothing or operate. I decided to operate, taking into account that it was a big risk as she was 10. Devastatingly, the general anaesthetic proved too much and she slowly slipped away before the operation even began.
I went to see her as soon as I heard to give her one last cuddle, to smell her smell and to say a last goodbye. She was still warm but stiff. I kept expecting her to lift her head or wag her tail but she just lay there on the table.
I can't remember a time without her and coming home today it really hit me. She wasn't there to bring me her toys one by one, nor be so excited her whole body swayed from side to side. There will be no more walks on the beach or in the woods, no one to comfort me when I am down, no one to pour out my troubles to. I will miss her rolling in the snow, tearing the wrapping paper to get to her Christmas presents and digging mammoth holes in the sand. She loved to submerge her head in the sea in her quest to pick up a stone, she was my horse before I got one; I made her jump over plant pots in the garden for hours on end.
She was the best dog ever, so kind and gentle. It seems so unfair that she was taken so sudden and unexpectedly. I just miss her so much.
This is her aged 1:
She adorded swimming in the sea and her ashes will be spread on the waves
She put up with all sorts, never getting cross with two young children when they would pull on her ears, blow in her face and yank her tail
She loved opening her Christmas stocking...
...and rolling in the sand when it was time to go home
She also loved her toys. She never broke a single one and they had to come on holiday with us too
This photo was taken two weeks ago, aged 10, looking healthy and beautiful:
I need to stop now, the keyboard is drowning in tears.
She became withdrawn and had not passed faeces for 8 hours on Wednesday afternoon, so I took her to the vet. She had an ultrasound and an x-ray which showed a blockage in her intestine. They said they would keep her in overnight and operate in the morning but at 11pm, the phone rang. She had deteriorated rapidly so the options were to do nothing or operate. I decided to operate, taking into account that it was a big risk as she was 10. Devastatingly, the general anaesthetic proved too much and she slowly slipped away before the operation even began.
I went to see her as soon as I heard to give her one last cuddle, to smell her smell and to say a last goodbye. She was still warm but stiff. I kept expecting her to lift her head or wag her tail but she just lay there on the table.
I can't remember a time without her and coming home today it really hit me. She wasn't there to bring me her toys one by one, nor be so excited her whole body swayed from side to side. There will be no more walks on the beach or in the woods, no one to comfort me when I am down, no one to pour out my troubles to. I will miss her rolling in the snow, tearing the wrapping paper to get to her Christmas presents and digging mammoth holes in the sand. She loved to submerge her head in the sea in her quest to pick up a stone, she was my horse before I got one; I made her jump over plant pots in the garden for hours on end.
She was the best dog ever, so kind and gentle. It seems so unfair that she was taken so sudden and unexpectedly. I just miss her so much.
This is her aged 1:
She adorded swimming in the sea and her ashes will be spread on the waves
She put up with all sorts, never getting cross with two young children when they would pull on her ears, blow in her face and yank her tail
She loved opening her Christmas stocking...
...and rolling in the sand when it was time to go home
She also loved her toys. She never broke a single one and they had to come on holiday with us too
This photo was taken two weeks ago, aged 10, looking healthy and beautiful:
I need to stop now, the keyboard is drowning in tears.
