We lost our beloved Maggie today. She was almost 16.
It’s been on the cards for a while, but she always seemed to rally.
We think there was more going on than just the arthritis, and the fact that she would go 16 hours or more without having a pee was worrying as it was practically every day now.
She collapsed in the street a little while ago and I had to call Hubby to come and collect us in the car. We have been watching her movements carefully, and she has been stiff in her joints, especially after squatting to do the business. Her shoulder gave out yesterday.
She has been restless, pacing and whiny every evening for 2 to 3 hours, despite us letting her out or taking her for a walk, when she would do nothing.
She was violently sick in the car today and didn’t want a drink, something else we’ve noticed lately. With increasing incontinence, restricted mobility, losing her sense of direction and sometimes just staring vacantly at the door or empty space, we made the call. The vet could accommodate us at 5.30 this evening.
The staff were kind, and we were allowed to stay with her. It was quick and peaceful.
Death is yellow, it comes in a phial and acts swiftly. I would have preferred to wake up one morning and she didn’t, going to Rainbow Bridge on her own terms. We promised we wouldn’t let her suffer, and in all honestly, I think she was ready to go. She’s had a shit year and now she’s at peace.