fidleyspromise
Well-Known Member
13 and a half and she's now gone.
My puppy (she's not really a puppy but that was my pet name for her) was PTS yesterday.
Everyone was against her being PTS a few months ago, so I agreed to try her on medication for a week and see how it went.
She sparked up, and her coat became sleek and she was doing little hops with her front end so I agreed to take it week by week. She was trotting round the garden, incontinence stopped. My god, did she still have her appetite.
My mum went to bed only to remember she'd left her phone in the living room. Sneaky puppy was not only on the sofa (a habit she never got out of) but front paws on the back of it, munching the cats night time biscuits.
A couple of nights ago, she started to have accidents in the house, so I said enough was enough. Called the vet and took her in. No qualms, ifs or buts - she was to be PTS. I nearly stopped them from going through with it though, when she was sniffing around the room and moving about and she just seemed so full of life still.
Vet was lovely and puppy slid away peacefully with me cradling her head.
First pet I've had to PTS and I feel so empty and trying to stop myself from wondering if I did the right thing. I've been through so much with her and I can't believe she's gone.
She's gone for a private cremation and the people phoned this morning to say they'd picked her up and the ashes will be ready tomorrow (although I'm getting a photo frame with a container for the ashes in the back of it).
Fiance paid the bill today and the vet nurse went through to ask how I was.
Sorry it's such an essay and there's not really any point in it
RIP Spey x
My puppy (she's not really a puppy but that was my pet name for her) was PTS yesterday.
Everyone was against her being PTS a few months ago, so I agreed to try her on medication for a week and see how it went.
She sparked up, and her coat became sleek and she was doing little hops with her front end so I agreed to take it week by week. She was trotting round the garden, incontinence stopped. My god, did she still have her appetite.
My mum went to bed only to remember she'd left her phone in the living room. Sneaky puppy was not only on the sofa (a habit she never got out of) but front paws on the back of it, munching the cats night time biscuits.
A couple of nights ago, she started to have accidents in the house, so I said enough was enough. Called the vet and took her in. No qualms, ifs or buts - she was to be PTS. I nearly stopped them from going through with it though, when she was sniffing around the room and moving about and she just seemed so full of life still.
Vet was lovely and puppy slid away peacefully with me cradling her head.
First pet I've had to PTS and I feel so empty and trying to stop myself from wondering if I did the right thing. I've been through so much with her and I can't believe she's gone.
She's gone for a private cremation and the people phoned this morning to say they'd picked her up and the ashes will be ready tomorrow (although I'm getting a photo frame with a container for the ashes in the back of it).
Fiance paid the bill today and the vet nurse went through to ask how I was.
Sorry it's such an essay and there's not really any point in it
RIP Spey x