I’m writing this post with overwhelming grief and sadness. *sob**sob*
Bobo, my 13-year Doberman was finally put to sleep and buried in my backyard this afternoon. She was suffering from degenerative joint disease and was unable to stand on her hind legs. Half way through her Cartrophen treatment, she fell very sick after the 2nd injection. For 3 days, she didn’t eat, drink and move, but vomited.
Last night, her breathing was heavy as if she was out of breath. She laid sprawled on the floor… very weak, in pain and almost lifeless. I knew she was nearing the end of her life. I called the vet to inform him of her worsening condition. We both knew there was no point prolonging her suffering.
Dog euthanasia is one of the most heart breaking decisions I’ve made. As much as I didn’t want her to go, it would be selfish of me not to end her suffering sooner.
I’m feeling the emptiness she left behind. No more of her greeting, barking, gazing, protective guarding, waiting to be fed… She was truly more than a dog to me.
“Until one has loved an animal, a part of one’s soul remains unawakened.” — Anatole France
Rest in peace, Bobo.