slick
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I'm fcuking gutted.
She's been up and down for the last 6 months, good days, bad days, etc etc but the bad days were becoming more frequent, for the last few months I've probably never had more than five hrs solid sleep sometimes just 3 or 4.
In that 6 months I've tried every remedy going from normal medicine to homeopathy to herbs to Mongolian spiders webs, I've tried the lot and it cost me a small fortune.
3 or 4 times now we've arranged for the worst and everytime come the day she's right as rain, day or two after then she's back to whimpering and crying or even howling when she's left alone which has tied up all our lives.
If she could tolerate painkillers then she would still be here today but she had a dodgy liver and could only tolerate a fraction of a normal dose, half the time you didn't know whether she was in pain or reacting to the medicine hence me trying alternate routes.
So this time we decided to go through with it, after 4 hrs sleep last night she had me up again, I was quite pleased about that because it was reassuring the decision to have her put to sleep, thing is once she's up she won't go back to bed but wants to go downstairs and sleep on the sofa while whining at me on the opposite sofa lol.
Usually after about 20 mins she'll go to sleep again but as usual woke up 30 mins later whining again.
As it's her last day I gave her a treat of prime pork sausages and ketchup which she loves and a slither of paracetemol, you're not supposed to give dogs that but it's the only thing that seems to work.
By now I had made my mind up that I won't be cancelling the vets this time, then low and behold for the next 6 hrs she's normal, not a peep, it's like she knows the vets coming lol.
When the time came I couldn't face it because she's my dog and she loves me to bits but I know it's not fair on moans and the Daughter because they have to put up with her while I'm at work.
They were willing to see it through but I had to go out, I just couldn't see it through as she looked and was behaving like her old self, just looking at her was breaking my heart but I knew it was all for the best.
I gave her a big hug and a kiss and got in the car doing Santa duties dropping presents off for family to take my mind off it (not that it did) but insisted the vet sedate her first because I know how feisty and strong willed she is.
As it turned out the vet arrived with a nurse and the dog straight away went on the offensive barking and going for them, as she's a Jack Russel they gave her a normal shot of tranquiliser, which didn't touch the sides so she ended up having three of them over the next hr, then the final jab, by all accounts it was a peaceful end.
I'm riddled with guilt now because I wan't there at the end but I think part of me knows that If I was there and she looked and behaved normal I wouldn't have let them go through with it.
This morning I was thinking about all the things I can now do and concentrate upon when she's gone, but now it's happened It feels like a piece of me is missing and the things I was going to do and concentrate upon mean fcuk all.
Even go for a piss is strange because she'd follow me everywhere, somebody knocks on the door and there's no bark, somebody crinkling a packet of crisps or biscuits and she's not there within a millisecond to see what she can cadge.
It's not the first dog I've lost but certainly one of the closest, I'm sure she could read my mind and she used to bend me over her little claw.
RIP Lucy.
Come on Slick get a grip you soft sentimental sod.
She's been up and down for the last 6 months, good days, bad days, etc etc but the bad days were becoming more frequent, for the last few months I've probably never had more than five hrs solid sleep sometimes just 3 or 4.
In that 6 months I've tried every remedy going from normal medicine to homeopathy to herbs to Mongolian spiders webs, I've tried the lot and it cost me a small fortune.
3 or 4 times now we've arranged for the worst and everytime come the day she's right as rain, day or two after then she's back to whimpering and crying or even howling when she's left alone which has tied up all our lives.
If she could tolerate painkillers then she would still be here today but she had a dodgy liver and could only tolerate a fraction of a normal dose, half the time you didn't know whether she was in pain or reacting to the medicine hence me trying alternate routes.
So this time we decided to go through with it, after 4 hrs sleep last night she had me up again, I was quite pleased about that because it was reassuring the decision to have her put to sleep, thing is once she's up she won't go back to bed but wants to go downstairs and sleep on the sofa while whining at me on the opposite sofa lol.
Usually after about 20 mins she'll go to sleep again but as usual woke up 30 mins later whining again.
As it's her last day I gave her a treat of prime pork sausages and ketchup which she loves and a slither of paracetemol, you're not supposed to give dogs that but it's the only thing that seems to work.
By now I had made my mind up that I won't be cancelling the vets this time, then low and behold for the next 6 hrs she's normal, not a peep, it's like she knows the vets coming lol.
When the time came I couldn't face it because she's my dog and she loves me to bits but I know it's not fair on moans and the Daughter because they have to put up with her while I'm at work.
They were willing to see it through but I had to go out, I just couldn't see it through as she looked and was behaving like her old self, just looking at her was breaking my heart but I knew it was all for the best.
I gave her a big hug and a kiss and got in the car doing Santa duties dropping presents off for family to take my mind off it (not that it did) but insisted the vet sedate her first because I know how feisty and strong willed she is.
As it turned out the vet arrived with a nurse and the dog straight away went on the offensive barking and going for them, as she's a Jack Russel they gave her a normal shot of tranquiliser, which didn't touch the sides so she ended up having three of them over the next hr, then the final jab, by all accounts it was a peaceful end.
I'm riddled with guilt now because I wan't there at the end but I think part of me knows that If I was there and she looked and behaved normal I wouldn't have let them go through with it.
This morning I was thinking about all the things I can now do and concentrate upon when she's gone, but now it's happened It feels like a piece of me is missing and the things I was going to do and concentrate upon mean fcuk all.
Even go for a piss is strange because she'd follow me everywhere, somebody knocks on the door and there's no bark, somebody crinkling a packet of crisps or biscuits and she's not there within a millisecond to see what she can cadge.
It's not the first dog I've lost but certainly one of the closest, I'm sure she could read my mind and she used to bend me over her little claw.
RIP Lucy.
Come on Slick get a grip you soft sentimental sod.