July 2013 roundup
So. Here’s the one I didn’t want to have to write.
I took the picture above around 10am on Monday the 8th July 2013. Two hours later my beautiful boy was dead.
I still cannot believe I just wrote that down.
He’d had his last visit to the vet on the Thursday. He hadn’t been up on any of his legs for approx. 10 days. We were still hoping that rest would do the trick but when he was in the room he hated the most and although his flight instinct kicked in he just couldn’t get up. We knew then that time was up. We took him home and didn’t know what to do. Actually, that’s a lie. We KNEW what we had to do. We just could not bring ourselves to do it. He was 9 years old. His mind was as active as always. He was still enjoying his food. He was still obsessing about and playing with his favourite balls. He was still the gorgeous loyal obedient fun loving and child like dog he always was. But his legs had literally died off on him and there was nothing anyone could do about it. Maybe it was a tumour. Or a lesion. Who knows.
Fact is: I feel cheated. I was happily preparing to live with a limping dog until his time was up. I was not expecting this.
So on the Sunday night we finally accepted that we needed to be good parents and do the decent thing. We slept downstairs on the sofa with him that night. We woke up at 6am and Mr. B carried him outside. We wanted him to spend his last day doing the things he loved most. I spent the morning glued to his side and let him push a ball around with his nose.
At 12:00 o’clock the vet turned up. We cried. We held each other. We cuddled him and we said our goodbyes. I remember thinking it was too surreal to be real. But then we went ahead and killed our dog. That’s what it felt like to me.
I have dreaded writing this post. I am truly heartbroken. But life goes on. Perhaps you think I’m crazy when I tell you that I truly believe some of his spirit has passed on and managed to find its way into Maisie. Maybe I AM crazy ^_^ But it’s somehow comforting to know that she seems to be coping with the loss of her beloved companion by having adapted some new traits that remind me of Henry every single day.
We miss him.
Henry, 20.06.2004 – 08.07.2013
PS: Yes. We are spreading the love we had for him. The weekend after H was taken away from us, two little boys were born in Builth Wells. I hope they will turn out to be as loyal, playful, beautiful and unique as he was!
PPS: nothing else that happened in July matters really.