Hi everyone,
It's been a tough week for me and yesterday morning in particular was really hard.
My loyal friend Mischa went downhill recently, stopped eating and kept trying to wander off into the yard while I confined her to a smaller space so I could keep an eye on her. I think she wanted to wander off and die away from me, which I've heard some dogs do deliberately. Unfortunately I had to take her to the vet to be euthanised because things were becoming so undignified. I did it myself - didn't want anyone else to do it for her. Her last meal was pan fried beef sausages and a few slices of ham, but otherwise I couldn't really get her to eat for the last 24hr. We had one last long cuddle on my couch by the fire and although it wasn't pretty she seemed to be comfortable and at peace at the end.
She was two weeks shy of her 17th birthday - an exceptional run for an English Staffy, especially since she started having seizures in 2019 and the vet told me it was probably an indication that she'd be looking at the lower end of the life expectancy, but she cranked out another six years for me.
I adopted her from a rescue foster carer in 2014 and spent 11 years with her. I've stayed in touch with the foster and given her updates every two years or so, which she really appreciated. I was younger then and naive enough to think I was the one saving her, but after all this time I really do wonder if she was the one keeping me going over the last 18m or so with the breakdown of my marriage, family court proceedings, spinal surgery etc. I think she wanted to see me through it but at least she got me probably 80-90% of the way there.
They really are man's best friend, the most loyal. I'm going to have her cremated and keep her ashes to be spread with mine one day.
Thanks for reading if you made it to the end of that.

