Today I said goodbye to one of my best friends. His name was Pepper but I commonly called him “Handsome”. I knew that he had way more days behind them than he had in front of him...I just didn't know the end was so near.
He was my dear, sweet, handsome pup for 17 years. For the past year or so I’ve had to lift him into bed and he’d been a bit more careful when going up and down the steps. He wasn’t as steady on his feet anymore. He had lost most of his hearing.
From the time I left for work yesterday morning until I came home last night something drastic had happened. He wasn’t himself…he was confused and he wouldn’t eat. I stayed up with him all night and napped on the couch while he curled up behind my legs and slept like he was exhausted.
This morning I got up hoping that he would be okay but he wasn’t. He had problems standing and when I saw him trying to get a drink out of the water bowl and miss the bowl over and over again I knew that he had started his journey home.
I was able to get an appointment with his vet for this morning. I called at 6:30 and his appointment was at 9:40. I microwaved him 2 slices of bacon, which was his favorite food in the world. He gobbled down about 1 slice and had problems with that. Then I held him for the almost 3 hours until I had to take him in.
After we arrived at the animal hospital, the vet examined him and did some blood tests. Everything looked pretty normal but he was broken. She said that his problems appeared neurological.
I told her that it was time and she knew what I meant. She took him out of the room and put an IV line in. A vet tech brought him back and told me I was making the right choice. Then we were left alone for a few minutes.
I told him that I loved him
I thanked him for being a good friend and for being there for me for so many years.
I told him that I would miss him.
I told him that I wished I could fix him but I couldn’t.
I told him this was the best gift I could give him because I didn’t want him to suffer.
Then the vet came in and gave him his injection while I wrapped my arms around him and cried.
I told him goodbye and he slipped away.
Now I miss him and I will for the rest of my life.
Today the single gal’s heart broke but I know it will heal. I have 17 years worth of fond puppy memories to get me through it.
He was my dear, sweet, handsome pup for 17 years. For the past year or so I’ve had to lift him into bed and he’d been a bit more careful when going up and down the steps. He wasn’t as steady on his feet anymore. He had lost most of his hearing.
From the time I left for work yesterday morning until I came home last night something drastic had happened. He wasn’t himself…he was confused and he wouldn’t eat. I stayed up with him all night and napped on the couch while he curled up behind my legs and slept like he was exhausted.
This morning I got up hoping that he would be okay but he wasn’t. He had problems standing and when I saw him trying to get a drink out of the water bowl and miss the bowl over and over again I knew that he had started his journey home.
I was able to get an appointment with his vet for this morning. I called at 6:30 and his appointment was at 9:40. I microwaved him 2 slices of bacon, which was his favorite food in the world. He gobbled down about 1 slice and had problems with that. Then I held him for the almost 3 hours until I had to take him in.
After we arrived at the animal hospital, the vet examined him and did some blood tests. Everything looked pretty normal but he was broken. She said that his problems appeared neurological.
I told her that it was time and she knew what I meant. She took him out of the room and put an IV line in. A vet tech brought him back and told me I was making the right choice. Then we were left alone for a few minutes.
I told him that I loved him
I thanked him for being a good friend and for being there for me for so many years.
I told him that I would miss him.
I told him that I wished I could fix him but I couldn’t.
I told him this was the best gift I could give him because I didn’t want him to suffer.
Then the vet came in and gave him his injection while I wrapped my arms around him and cried.
I told him goodbye and he slipped away.
Now I miss him and I will for the rest of my life.
Today the single gal’s heart broke but I know it will heal. I have 17 years worth of fond puppy memories to get me through it.
