This journal is a tribute to the memory of our beloved dog Jack. For the last eighteen months he has been on thyroid tablets which helped a little but not much. This thyroid problem made him gain weight and even though I cut his food down to half, he stayed at the same weight and his claws kept growing so quickly that the vet couldn't keep them cut back to where they should be and this made life very hard for Jack. Then a few months ago he developed prolapsed muscles in his hind legs. The only thing that could be done for this is reconstructive surgery which would cost $3500 which we don't have. He wasn't in any pain though and the vet said to just keep an eye on him.
He was fine for a while though he was getting frustrated at not being able to do all the things he wanted to do.
All this changed last Friday night when he started having pain and growled and grumbled all night. I took him to another vet who said that if it were her dog, she would put him down. I already knew this was the only thing we could do for him but I just needed her opinion. I had known for a while but you know how it is with a pet that you love so deeply...you can't bear the thought of doing it, can't bear the thought of being without them so you argue with yourself internally until the voice of love and reason wins out and you resign yourself to the inevitable.
So we gave him pain killers for the few days that it took to organise a vet who could come to our house and euthanise him where he would be relaxed in his own home, surrounded by his family.
We were lucky enough to find one on Tuesday who though she was booked out all week, fit us in and came over at 12.00 yesterday.
The waiting was agony, it was a time of intermittent tears, hugs and trying to keep calm with a small semblance of normalcy for his sake.
The vet arrived and everything went as good as it can be in this type of circumstance. I stayed with him, stroking his head and whispering to him. He was surrounded by the whole family through the entire thing. And he just looked so peaceful.
We buried him later with his little wooly sheep, out in the paddock next to a tree, overlooking his favourite place where we hold bonfires which he loved so much and where the roos come every evening.
Now the house feels so empty...there is this massive hole that he once filled. I go from being completely okay and able to talk about him and look at pictures and laugh at things he did to being crumpled up in pain at missing him so badly. But I know that we did the right thing for him and I know that he knows that too. He needed to go, my grandpa puppy, but was just waiting for us to let him know that it was okay...
EDIT: THIS IS URGENT, Please go to this link and if like me you can't watch the whole video, just watch till half way so you know what to say and then go to the link underneath and send your support to shut down this so called kennel here in Australia. Please, please do this for me and for Jack then pass on the info. This place called Calstead Collies is a total disgrace and needs to be closed. This woman should not be allowed to own ANY ANIMAL AT ALL. She should be locked up in her kennels and left with no water, to sit in her own filth and rot. [link]
To email the bitch at the kennel directly and let her know what a piece of shit she is here is her email address. firstname.lastname@example.org
for bringing this to my attention.