Tonight, as the vet euthanised her, her two humans stood on either side of her, stroked her and whispered into her ear, 'Good girl.'
I believe, as she faded, the last words she would have heard were her two humans whispering, 'Go free.'
We've been blessed to have such a marvellous dog in our lives. Even in this last week, she was calm through everything, the rush to the emergency vet only to discover a large mass in her abdomen; the visit to our own vet three times in the hope it might be benign and operable; today's last visit when she must have begun to bleed internally and had not even the strength to stand up.
I'm ending her story with two photos from today:
Out into the garden in the morning for a wee, and a lie down in the sunshine...
Gone free in the evening...
