I guess if you're not a dog or pet person, then this might miss the mark with you but on Wednesday our 13yr old sprollie dog died. She'd been getting gradually getting slower and increasingly deaf but until the weekend had been in pretty decent health. Sunday night she seemed to be having some odd breathing patterns and by Monday evening we were concerned enough to book her into the vets the following morning. After a few tests, we were told she had
pneumonia As such, we assumed (were told it was likely) that after a 24hrs of treatment and antibiotic at the vets, she'd be home with us again for lots of TLC. The next day there was no real improvement and so a different antibiotic was going to be tried (it still sounded as though things would be ok). Then a few hours later I was called to say that things were looking much worse for her. Scrabbling around, trying to get someone to cover me so I could head over to her, I got a final call......I was too late! She'd had a 'fit' and had died.
To say we're all a little lost without her, is an understatement. She gave us so much love and many an adventure. She's been to the French Alps with us, all manners of social and music events (including foreworks - she loved them as a younger dog). She has helped at least 3 children to learn to walk (they used her as a walker). She loved the water (river, lake or sea) but was never a fan of surfing. Canoe or speedboat, she just loved paddling her paws and snapping at the swell. She's helped numerous children and adults alike to get over their fear of dogs. She has been a shoulder to cry on for not only myself and L but even my mum (who is also really going to miss the old girl). Yes, she shed sooooo much hair and would dig holes in the sand behind me as I power-kited (usually resulting in me falling down one) but she was part of out little pack for over 13yrs and so will leave giant hole.
Too many memories to list them all ...
