My dog Domino died about 4 years ago this October.
Domino was diagnosed with congestive heart failure and by managing her diet, giving her a chance to go on very short walks everyday and making sure she had lots of attention from me and her cat brothers ( who never left her side ) she had low if next to no stress in her day to day life. Domino had a few symptoms show up from day to day and none of the others that you would normally see in a dog suffering from this disease so I consider us lucky.
I won’t fool you, for the last two years of her life I was devoted to Domino and her care and it was a lot of work but I didn’t care-Domino was spirited and smart, she hated to get her paws muddy and loved getting her nails clipped and when she was a puppy she fought off and got the better of a dog that outweighed her by over 40 pounds.
Domino was an exceptional creature- second to none, two or four legged.
One thing bothers me though- it bothered me the night she died and it bothers me now.
I had come home from work and as usual we went on our little walk, we ate dinner and we settled down to watch some TV in our bedroom.
After a few minutes started to cough and then she got up, turned around a few times in her bed, she got comfortable and she died.
Domino went on her own clock, I believe that.
She knew what she wanted ( her walk, her dinner with Mom and our evening of tv watching ) and after she had her regular day she let go.
Me and Domino were alone together on the night she died- I put her pink blanket on her but I didn’t cover her face.
She had been such a pretty dog that I couldn’t do that- and I thought that if there was little spark in there somewhere, I wanted her to see me and her cat brothers until she was really gone.
I don’t know what I wanted to give her in those final moments of her life- she sort of ninja moved her way out of the world- but I guess was what bothered me was that she knew she was going to die and I didn’t- I thought it was going to be another evening at home with my girl.
But it wasn’t like any other day – she died at the foot of my bed.
And I never got to say goodbye.
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A lovely and sad post. I think your goodbye was in the two years of extra special care you gave to her and in giving her the comfort she needed to die so peacefully x
It was my honor to care for her, I loved,her so.
It’s so sad when we lose our pets – they are a part of our family… it is such a beautiful thing that Domino left this world contented and with the one she loved… she is always with you in your heart and memories… we have list 4 dogs over the years, all treasured members of our family …
Domino looks so beautiful in your photos.. 😃🐻
We had 2 dogs gone before us too. ☹️
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Pets are our family. When they leave, it’s painful. I had a similar situation with a pet, and I can still feel the sadness. Domino will always be in your memories.
Thank you for your kind words.