This morning I euthanized my dear little girl, Emme. She never came to SAINTS except to visit so no one really knows her but me but I wanted to share a wee bit about her.
Back in January, Emme came to SAINTS via another rescue (thank you Bonnie) which had pulled her from the Abby pound. They found her a 2 week temp foster, but had no where for her to go after that.
She reminded me so much of Honey, I couldn't not take her. She had been shaved down by Samantha and was a bit of a pathetic site:
They had started to call her Honey, but that would just be a little too creepy for me, so I changed her name to Emmeline Harris (it's from the Anne of Green Gables sequel). She was deaf so I could have called her Potato or Rock and she wouldn't have known but I thought it was a great name for such a wrecked old dog. When she would go outside for a pee I had to wave frantically to get her to come inside when she was done as she would just wonder and smell things, but learned if I sent Shrek back out she would follow him back in.
I never thought she had connected or bonded to me or the other dogs, but slowly she became a connected part of the family. At work when I let the dogs out of my car they would run to the back door of the clinic and she would mosey away over in the direction of the nearby street. But over the last couple months she started to b-line it with everyone else. She also started to look for me when she would be in the back yard, no more frantic arm swinging, just a small hand wave. It doesn't sound like much but there was a change. It was nice.
Eating was one of her favourite activities. She had to eat the same amount of food as shrek and fi to maintain her weight which hovered around 23kg. I gave her pancreatitis once because I fed her too much buttery popcorn.
She had a few underlying diseases, cancer included but none of them really interfered with her daily life.
But she had slowly lost her appetite over the last few days, even while being on anti-nausea drugs. And her ability to get up and walk on her own has been on a steady decline that last month or so.
So this morning her and I left the house and drove over to a nearby park. She was the WORST dog to try and walk on leash, because all she wanted to do was stop and sniff everything. The park is an offleash dog park, that never has any dogs in it so she got to walk around and sniff everything and anything.
I made her stop and take a picture with me which she didn't appreciate:
Then we went to Burger King for breakfast. We went to the clinic and she was fed Hashbrowns while we placed her iv catheter and then in the bag was a surprise. I didn't order it but they accidently put a croissantwich thing in the bag. It had double egg with bacon and a meat patty. She stole it and snarfed the whole thing down. She was a very happy and full girl.
I couldn't have asked for a better last day together.
And just because this picture brings nothing but smiles to my face on a sad day: