My 14 yo Australian Shepherd mix crossed the Rainbow Bridge last night. I rescued her 9 years ago when her then owner, and my former neighbor, was going to have her put down for fighting with his new wife's terrier mix, and tearing it up for the 5th time. I still don't know what that terrier could have said to Trixie, as Trixie was nothing but patient with all my other dogs.
5 years ago, Trixie was diagnosed with first stage liver failure, and we were referred to a specialty vet who worked miracles keeping Trixie healthy and happy. We knew she was on borrowed time even then, and over the past year her vision and hearing were getting noticeably worse. She still had her puppy moments daily, and loved playing with her best bud (my avatar and namesake) Primer.
Last night at about 11, I heard her stumble and fall in the laundry room, and she let out a horrible scared wail. I could tell when I got to her that she would not make it long enough to get her in to town to the emergency vet, so I wrapped her up in a blanket and got her comfortable in one of the doggie beds. DH and I laid with her, petting her, and comforting her until she passed about 15 minutes later. The other 5 dogs were allowed to come in and check on her throughout as they wished. We dug a hole and buried her in the front yard, in her favorite spot, where she would always curl up to watch the road and "protect" her land.
Primer slept in Trixie's bed last night, and seems lost without her today. I know we will all get over the immediate pain, but she will remain forever in our hearts and memories.
5 years ago, Trixie was diagnosed with first stage liver failure, and we were referred to a specialty vet who worked miracles keeping Trixie healthy and happy. We knew she was on borrowed time even then, and over the past year her vision and hearing were getting noticeably worse. She still had her puppy moments daily, and loved playing with her best bud (my avatar and namesake) Primer.
Last night at about 11, I heard her stumble and fall in the laundry room, and she let out a horrible scared wail. I could tell when I got to her that she would not make it long enough to get her in to town to the emergency vet, so I wrapped her up in a blanket and got her comfortable in one of the doggie beds. DH and I laid with her, petting her, and comforting her until she passed about 15 minutes later. The other 5 dogs were allowed to come in and check on her throughout as they wished. We dug a hole and buried her in the front yard, in her favorite spot, where she would always curl up to watch the road and "protect" her land.
Primer slept in Trixie's bed last night, and seems lost without her today. I know we will all get over the immediate pain, but she will remain forever in our hearts and memories.
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