Not quite a week
Az has been getting steadily wobblier and more tired since my last update, and his heart and breathing were clearly troubling him. I decided yesterday that enough was enough: he was no longer able to enjoy life, he was just going on existing, in a tired, worn-out kind of way. It was very hard to make the choice, when the decline was so gradual, but as my mother told me when I rang her to share my woe, this is the responsibility that comes when you have power of life and death over another being : you make his life good as long as you can, and then you give him a good death. Pp and I agreed that time had come for Az, which was reassuring.
He had a tiny walk in the sunshine this morning, steak for lunch, and then as the sun was going down, we took him to be put to sleep. We stopped on the way for a short sniff in one of his favorite spots, but he didn't have the heart to wobble more than a few steps, and we knew it was time. It was very quick and easy: he was very very tired.
Az was a very frightened dog when we first adopted him. So many things worried him: traffic noise. being alone, lorries, people with sticks, rolls of wallpaper, groups of people, children... It has been wonderful to see him grow into a calm old dog who was, I think, happy most of the time. I'm sad it's over, but in a way I feel I've been saying goodbye to Az for almost two years now, and this last year has been something of an unexpected bonus.




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*hugs*
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[rolls of wallpaper That's a chilling thought, isn't it?]
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Really, he was scared of anything long enough to hit a dog with, it was very sad. In his last week when he was so thin, you could actually see where his rib had been broken all those years ago. But thank goodness, it did get forgotten, with time - the time when we were gardening and I cut a stick and he grabbed the end to play with it, I cried. And the first time he approached a stranger with a walking stick I almost hugged the poor guy. When I explained, this complete stranger was so thrilled. :-D
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I'm glad to hear he went peacefully, when it was obviously his time to go and I hope you can take comfort in the good, happy life you gave him.
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So sorry to hear this, As was a lovely dog and I always enjoyed hearing about his exploits. Such a difficult decision to have to make, but it sounds like this really was the right time. Be thinking of you as I know you'll miss him a lot.
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Sorry, stupid auto correct changed Az to As & won't let me edit the comment :-(
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And you certainly gave him a wonderful life, and a chance to overcome his early fears. I remember he coped remarkably well with a three-year-old wielding Rock Band drumsticks, given his earlier experiences.
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Yes, he did cope pretty well with that, although he was being brave about it then - over time, it got so that he didn't really need to be brave any more, he just rode over things and was able to relax.
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But, as other people have said, you took him in as a frightened, traumatized dog, you gave him a good long life, he overcame a lot of his early trauma, and his death was peaceful. That is about all we can do for our pets.
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He couldn't have wished for a better life than the one he spent with you.
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I shall be looking out for his clever ghost leading Brythen and Rosie into mischief now!
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It made it so hard to decide - he had so many miraculous recoveries! But this time it was pretty clear that he wasn't going to come back from it: if it had been just the heart, or just the legs he might have fought through, but the vet thought he had Cushings syndrome too, and maybe a growth in his chest as well. I don't think he would have chosen to give up, but he trusted us to choose for him in the end.
I was so afraid he was going to be nosing at the consulting room door wanting to go home, like he did last week, but I put his coat on the floor for him to sit on, like we used to do in cafes, and he settled down on that and seemed quite relaxed.
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