I am going off topic a bit today, but I am deeply saddened to hear about the terrorist attacks in Brussels (and I felt like I wanted to somehow express myself). I wish we could live in a world where people who hope to spread ideas of fear and hate don’t win. Let’s hope that peace and understand can overcome.
I hope that DAESH can be stopped. In the meantime, I will live my life as always. I would rather have a short life full of adventure than a long life controlled by fear. I just hope my adventures will broaden my horizons and give me a better understanding of my fellow man.
Dogs can’t live forever & we have to say goodbye to them at some point. Having worked for a number of years in Veterinary clinics, I have seen lots of pet parents say goodbye to their beloved animals. Because of this, I have given a lot of thought over the years to what would be the ‘best goodbye’ for each my dogs. What would provide them comfort at the end of their lives & what would give myself (and my husband) quality last moments with each of them.
It’s hard when your pet is dying to know exactly when to say goodbye. Some articles on the subject will tell you to make a list of the things that bring your dog joy & evaluate how many of those things they can still do. By the end, Tucker had no real joy left. Additionally, he had horrible nasal discharge (caused by the tumor in his nose) & was vomiting up his food.
For Tucker’s best goodbye, my husband & I tried to give him all of his favorite things. This included smelling stuff outside, eating EVERYTHING that he couldn’t have on his diet, and him on my lap for his final moments. It’s one of the hardest things I’ve ever done & it completely broke my heart. I felt it was important to be there for Tucker as he left this world. Before even having a dog, I read the Dog’s Ten Commandments, and the tenth one reads “Go with me on difficult journeys. Never say, “I can’t bear to watch it” or “Let it happen in my absence.” Everything is easier for ME if you are there. Remember that I love you.” When I adopted Tucker, I promised myself that I would be with him until the end no matter how hard.
The first month after losing Tucker was really hard. There wasn’t a day without tears & Emmit struggled to find his footing as an only dog. There are still days, where the grief hits like a ton of bricks—I suddenly remember the feeling of Tucker’s fur beneath my fingers & his weight in my lap. I give myself a little time to wallow in the grief, but then I move on. He brought so much laughter & fun into my life & that it what I will choose to focus on. Tucker was an AMAZING dog & I vow to remember him with joy.
The last few months have been tough at our house and I’ve had to step away from the blog for a while. Shortly after my last post here, we found out that Tucker had a tumor in his nasal cavity & we ended up having to euthanize him on October 13th. I will share some more details about saying goodbye to him in another blog post (coming soon). The last few months have been tough without him, but I’m choosing to remember him with joy instead of sorrow. Tucker was the light of my life & I was truly blessed to have so many years with him.
I never really thought that Emmit was particularly attached to Tucker & he didn’t particularly mourn Tucker’s death. I am actually glad that Emmit’s doing well, because I don’t think my heart could have taken seeing Emmit sad. I would actually say that Emmit’s thriving as an only dog. His Dad & I are seeing new aspects of personality coming out & he’s better on walks (most likely because his humans are more relaxed).
It’s definitely taking a few months, but we’re finding our new normal. I guess now we’re just life with one old dog (but we’ll keep the blog name the same).
a running commentary of life with my senior dog(s)