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I'll probably be even quieter than I have been over the next week or so, as Rose, our dog of ten years, has died today.
She was very lovable and loving, warming up to most people pretty quickly.
She spent the last year or so of her life eating, sleeping, getting attention, and fending off the cats' attention, though with slightly degenerating physical capabilities.
(the cats liked her, but she didn't understand how they showed it)
Some time last week, she fell off my sister's bed, about a three and a half-foot drop, and started having lots of difficulties moving.
It took two people to take her out to the back yard so she could do her business, and she wasn't interested in eating.
She was taken to the vet on Monday, and stayed for observation overnight.
The results (despite the vet not being able to communicate the issue very well) were that she had a fever of 103.5°F (about 1.5°F over the range considered normal for dogs), an infection or cancer somewhere (he really wasn't communicating well, apparently), and they would have liked to keep her longer, but the vet's poor grasp of English didn't inspire confidence.
After that, we kept her on a bed made of pillows in the living room and kept bringing her water around every hour.
She'd seemed to be getting better, walking on her own, almost back to her old walking speed and hardly wobbling all over the pathway.
She even wanted laps this morning.
And now...
She was very lovable and loving, warming up to most people pretty quickly.
She spent the last year or so of her life eating, sleeping, getting attention, and fending off the cats' attention, though with slightly degenerating physical capabilities.
(the cats liked her, but she didn't understand how they showed it)
Some time last week, she fell off my sister's bed, about a three and a half-foot drop, and started having lots of difficulties moving.
It took two people to take her out to the back yard so she could do her business, and she wasn't interested in eating.
She was taken to the vet on Monday, and stayed for observation overnight.
The results (despite the vet not being able to communicate the issue very well) were that she had a fever of 103.5°F (about 1.5°F over the range considered normal for dogs), an infection or cancer somewhere (he really wasn't communicating well, apparently), and they would have liked to keep her longer, but the vet's poor grasp of English didn't inspire confidence.
After that, we kept her on a bed made of pillows in the living room and kept bringing her water around every hour.
She'd seemed to be getting better, walking on her own, almost back to her old walking speed and hardly wobbling all over the pathway.
She even wanted laps this morning.
And now...
