It was a really tough weekend.
Our dearest Maisie died today.
Maisie wasn’t technically my dog, she was my friend, Jules’ dog; but I regarded her as mine too.
When Jules got her 12 years ago my old golden retriever, Henry, was still alive and they were the best of friends for a few years.
Maisie was the cutest little pup – you should have seen her bouncing through the garden. It was as if she had springs on her feet. Always jolly. Always loving. Seeing her always made my heart soar.
A few weeks ago Maisie developed a lump on her side. It was diagnosed as a tumour, but the vet thought it could be removed quite easily.
Sadly, the surgery revealed that Maisie’s poor body was riddled with cancer. The vet said he could administer medication to help with the pain but recommended that Jules put her much loved dog down.
As any animal lover knows, it is incredibly difficult to end your pet’s life. We know it’s the right thing, the responsible thing to do, but it is so hard.
For almost a week Jules avoided making a decision but when Maisie stopped eating and had trouble walking she knew it was time.
Maisie was scheduled to go to the vet this morning. Jules was understandably in a state about it. She had read a thing on Postsecret about a veterinary nurse saying that if your pet is put down you shouldn’t leave them in the room with just the vet because they will look for you when you’ve gone. And she wasn’t sure she could watch as Maisie died. So I said I’d stay with her until the end. After all, she was my baby too.
We never made it to the vet. Maisie died this morning. At home. Sleeping on her favourite blanket at the foot of Jules’ bed. We think, we hope, she died in her sleep, dreaming of days spent running in the garden with Henry.
Goodbye, my dear friend. I will never forget you.
Lots of love.
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