Our 13 year-old pup, Kit, was diagnosed with a tumor in April. She had been doing surprisingly well on pain meds and appetite stimulants right up until the middle of this past week and then she quit eating. It was clear to us that she wasn’t going to rally and that she was beginning to suffer.
Yesterday we spent the morning in the garden. Kit dug in the dirt and rested in the shade. Then we went for a last car ride to visit her favorite veterinarian. She is at rest now and we are sad. We had a wonderful 12 years together. I miss her.
Dogs have always been a part of my life. During those few times when I have had to be without their company I felt a great lack. Cats have been part of my life also but their company is different, more detached I think. It is amazing to me how big a part animals can have in our lives, how they become part of the family, even part of us as individuals. I am fascinated by all of the research being done on animal behavior and their history as helpmates and companions.
We are grieving now but know that this will pass. And Kit is running in the fields across the Rainbow Bridge.