I can relate with you. My Milly (mini poodle mix), started to decline even her body was in a great shape. It was her mind that was not right. She was starting to develop the Canine Cognitive Dysfunction (CCD). She hated to be apart from me but for few months before her death, she just wandered away, ignoring everything but she came to me when called and stayed with me for a very short time before she walked away again. It was really difficult decision I had to make to let her go. It'd be easier if she stopped eating but she ate so darn well. I struggled to make the decision for about a month or so. The last two days before she died, she started going potty in the room. I had to put her in the little room with the gate up at night. No matter how many times I took her outside to potty, she got up and went potty then went back to sleep on it. Milly was always very fussy staying clean. I am not exaggerating. I knew it was time to let her go. I had a hard time making the call to the clinic to make an appointment. On January 21th, I finally released her from her worn out body and have no regret. I knew she is very happy to be free from her imprisoned body. I miss her so very much. She was an extraordinary dog that I ever had.
Believe me, it was very hard and I was not even ready to let her go but I knew she was miserable. She had given me so much happiness and it was at least I could for her to give her the happiness all way to the end.
Here is the last picture I took with Milly. I was bawling and bawling that night but I wanted to have one last picture of my sweet moxie and I. |