Good morning, everyone!!!
Yesterday was a hard one. I hate getting up in the morning knowing it will be the last day spent with a beloved furbie. No matter if you believe all dogs go to heaven, or if you feel that one day they'll be reincarnated, it doesn't make the pain any less when their journey comes to an end here and now.
Our old girl, Mimi, had been suffering from cancer for a little while now. We were told at her yearly vet visit in 2016 she had a cyst on her hip. By her yearly vet visit in 2017 it had burst but was only getting worse. We scheduled her for surgery in April and by July it had come back with vengeance.
Yesterday we did the only thing we had left to do, let her go to sleep and wake up with her friends in heaven. All day all I could think about was her furbie friends who had gone on before her. Lucky who was her best buddy from puppyhood. He was a big boy and growled instead of barked when he wanted to play. She had been so scared of him in the beginning, LOL. Until one day he proved to her he just wanted to play. That was a game changer for them and they were romping friends for the rest of his life.
Shotzie who was a gentle soul. They were ladies together. As thick as thieves those two were.
Most of all Mimi was my youngest son's bff. From the moment she came to us she would sleep with my youngest son. Starting out sleeping on his pillow above his head. Then she moved to having her own pillow on his bed while sleeping under the blankets with him. He was her boy all the way up to the end. She worried over him like a mother when he would go away from home. She would lay wherever he was as long as he was home.
She hated lawn mowers and loud noises and we would make sure she was inside whenever anyone mowed or the fireworks went off.
She and I were old ladies together. She would have trouble getting down off her feet some days, or getting up. I would tell her I know how you feel old girl, momma's an old girl too.
Yesterday morning she was having a good deal of trouble finding a way to lay down when she was too tired to stand any longer. The boys ran around the yard barking at who knows what, she was too tired to see what it was, so she just let out a few barks from her position by momma on the porch.
I hate this part of being a furbie momma. But I also hated seeing her so miserable. This is where one is torn between holding on and letting go. The vet's office was very respectful and caring. For that we are very grateful.
The boys miss her. They curled up with me last night and Shadow laid right next to me the entire night. He would put his paw on my arm and his head on daddy's pillow. Baby Bear curled up around my legs and kept a paw on my leg all night.
My heart goes out to anyone who has to go through this. Our furbies are more than pets, they are a part of our families. They bring joy to our lives each and every day.
Everyone have a lovely day!!!
Blessings to all!!!
Yesterday was a hard one. I hate getting up in the morning knowing it will be the last day spent with a beloved furbie. No matter if you believe all dogs go to heaven, or if you feel that one day they'll be reincarnated, it doesn't make the pain any less when their journey comes to an end here and now.
Our old girl, Mimi, had been suffering from cancer for a little while now. We were told at her yearly vet visit in 2016 she had a cyst on her hip. By her yearly vet visit in 2017 it had burst but was only getting worse. We scheduled her for surgery in April and by July it had come back with vengeance.
Yesterday we did the only thing we had left to do, let her go to sleep and wake up with her friends in heaven. All day all I could think about was her furbie friends who had gone on before her. Lucky who was her best buddy from puppyhood. He was a big boy and growled instead of barked when he wanted to play. She had been so scared of him in the beginning, LOL. Until one day he proved to her he just wanted to play. That was a game changer for them and they were romping friends for the rest of his life.
Shotzie who was a gentle soul. They were ladies together. As thick as thieves those two were.
Most of all Mimi was my youngest son's bff. From the moment she came to us she would sleep with my youngest son. Starting out sleeping on his pillow above his head. Then she moved to having her own pillow on his bed while sleeping under the blankets with him. He was her boy all the way up to the end. She worried over him like a mother when he would go away from home. She would lay wherever he was as long as he was home.
She hated lawn mowers and loud noises and we would make sure she was inside whenever anyone mowed or the fireworks went off.
She and I were old ladies together. She would have trouble getting down off her feet some days, or getting up. I would tell her I know how you feel old girl, momma's an old girl too.
Yesterday morning she was having a good deal of trouble finding a way to lay down when she was too tired to stand any longer. The boys ran around the yard barking at who knows what, she was too tired to see what it was, so she just let out a few barks from her position by momma on the porch.
I hate this part of being a furbie momma. But I also hated seeing her so miserable. This is where one is torn between holding on and letting go. The vet's office was very respectful and caring. For that we are very grateful.
The boys miss her. They curled up with me last night and Shadow laid right next to me the entire night. He would put his paw on my arm and his head on daddy's pillow. Baby Bear curled up around my legs and kept a paw on my leg all night.
My heart goes out to anyone who has to go through this. Our furbies are more than pets, they are a part of our families. They bring joy to our lives each and every day.
Everyone have a lovely day!!!
Blessings to all!!!