Hate to be writing in this thread but buried my dog Dizzy this afternoon. She would have been ten tomorrow.
Dizzy is an Italian Greyhound. IG was the first dog I ever had as a kid. They are what I've had since. Three really good dogs have stretch actross nearly 40 years of excellent companionship and love.
Dizzy was almost as much puppy at 9 1/2 as she was at four months when I brought her home. Then about three months ago and within a 12 hour stretch she went from perfectly normal to almost completely debilitated. Couldn't stand, profoundly ataxic, just down. She got a little better but only a little.
Never got a firm diagnosis. Medical arts and sciences. Sometimes the art part is finger paints. Not a knock, it's just the way it is. Tried everything; specialists, courses of meds, nothing ever really helped. She'd have the occasional good day and a stretch of bad days. Fortunately never showed any signs of physical discomfort. No pain. She was alert and aware. She wanted her people around.
Most of the last couple months has been hand feedings and being carried outside or too bed though. She'd snuggle against on the couch or in the bed but that's the most she could manage. Lots of attempts at meals and water carried to the happy girl and, unfortunately, lots of meds she was also very good about taking.
Yesterday evening she took a turn for the worse though. Respiration and heart rate both were slowly declining. Made an appointment with the vet for tomorrow but she died here at home this afternoon. I'd done my best not to leave her alone for a couple months. But she passed while I was gone for two hours this afternoon. Can only hope she wasn't afraid. She wasn't alone. My mom was with her and holding her. But I hate it that I wasn't with her.
Was so proud of my niece this afternoon though. She and Dizzy have been close. Both the same age. Puppies together and grew up together. Parker helped me wrap the body and dig a nice grave and place her. Then pulled some rose petals off some of autumn's remnants and spread the petals with the dog. The kid was brave and sweet. Just incredible. It was hard today but in ways she'll never understand she made the afternoon easier.
Ok, that's enough. Dizzy was a great dog. Never a growl. Loved kids. Loved everything (but bunnies and squirrels, hell on bunnies and squirrels). Never happier than on her leash at my knee on her walks. Best dog I've ever had. Her hard time is past and she met it bravely. Damn good dog.
Here she is at about six months old.
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