We lost our wee dog last week. We had rescued her only just over 14 months ago, she was only 7, but from having an x-ray at our vet for a persistent cough to being referred onto a vet hospital for a scan, to redoing the scans a week early as she had gone down hill very rapidly, and putting her to sleep was less than 6 weeks. She had an aggressive cancer and there was nothing we could do despite having pet insurance to cover any costs.
It hurts like hell to lose a pet and the grief is terrible.
We have gone through the guilt of "did she get taken because we had thought about sending her back more than once in the first 10 weeks as she was a nightmare" of course she didnt we kept her didnt we.
Was it because she was a nightmare with other dogs ( though was improving) and we jokingly wished we had a dog that got on with other dogs? so maybe she was taken so we could get that other dog? But then we had adapted to her ways and just took her where in general there were not other dogs and kept her on the lead where there were others.
Was it cos hubby mentioned "she tied us down", well I did not mind being tied down for the odd occasion it was an issue the eldest DGD came round to sit with her.
All of these negatives were well outweighed by the positives of the waggy tail that wagged the whole dog, to the joy in her eyes when we took her places. The way she ran to meet me on when I came in from work and had the routine of sniffing to see if there was anything nice in my bag ( never was) for her to eat before going onto the 3rd or 4th stair so I could stroke her and make a fuss of her and tell her how much I loved her.
I miss her not being there to meet me, to sit with me and to lie on the bottom of the bed hogging the quilt.
RIP little Lilly.
