@guysmom wrote:
Well, it's about 9:45 pm now...hubby & I got in from the emergency vets about 7:30 pm. We took our dog Abe around 4:30. Our beloved 16 1/2 year old Abe crossed over the Rainbow Bridge this evening. He was failing slowly the past 6 months. Late this afternoon, something happened neurologically. All of a sudden he threw up, couldn't stand on his legs and his head tilted to the left. You could literally see the fear and confusion in his eyes. Our poor baby! After the vet examined him, she said how there could be no guarantees Abe would improve, and at his advanced age, it might be the kindest thing to let him pass over peacefully instead of fighting this to get well, with him maybe never getting well. So we let him pass over. Even though hubby & I have discussed the inevitability of this happening over the past several months, it still tore him up. Abe was his best buddy. Up until the past 18 months or so, that dog went everywhere with hubby! He loved riding with him. So it tore hubby up. He couldn't stay in the exam room, so I stayed with Abe, while hubby went and walked and cried and talked to God. It seems so strange not to have Abe home now. Hubby is doing OK. He's watching the Penn State Fiesta Bowl game and losing his thoughts in that. So that's what we did this New Year's Eve! Everyone stay safe!!!
It's amazing how much of an impact our "best friends" in the animal world make on us humans. Watching them grow from adorable puppies, to well behaved adult dogs with learned traits that we as "owners" bestow upon them to please us. Some behaviors are all their own.
We most recently had two small dogs that our friend let us pick from a litter. My spouse picked a male that was last born and the runt of the litter. He always had a look towards my spouse like she was her mom. I picked a female from the same litter that had a habit of raising her right paw since being a puppy, as if a friendship gesture. Whenever I got close to her and spoke softly, she would raise her right paw then lick my cheek. I never had to teach her this behavior. She did it for me her entire life.
Making that decision to end that bond is heartbreaking for sure. We are fortunate enough to have the property size to bury ours in a small patch in the back yard with their bodies pointed North, towards our house. My spouse keeps flowers growing over their graves. I speak to them every time I mow the grass around them.
While I don't honestly believe in the afterlife, I hope that if there is a possibility...come that time...I will find our dogs first, then, with their help, search for parents, grandparents, and friends.
Thanks for letting me share what our dogs meant to me...and tear up a little too.
Thoughts are with you!