My little rescue dog, Senora, who I adopted when she was thirteen and blind, had to put down yesterday afternoon. She had kept me up the night before hacking and coughing and extremely restless.
I just knew she was near to going. When I adopted her, my thought was to give her a couple good years. She lasted six and was nineteen years old. She had a sweet spirit and was loved by many people.
When she was euthanized and at the very end, her tail wagged. The Vet said that was unusual. I took it as a sign that she was happy to be in a better place. I got a hug from the Vet and I kissed Senor's head goodbye and left in tears.
I told most of my friends and have heard from the ones that are animal lovers right away. MP sent me an email saying he was so sorry too. He lost a dog that he adored. We've all been through it and it isn't easy. For me, this will be my last dog.
I think that today, I will make this Blog short and about her. I'm in the process of getting her items together so I can take them to the animal shelter. So many animals need so much.
Instead of ashes, the Vet's office gave me a clay coaster with her paw print. I just need to bake it to set it up. It is a good remembrance.
I hope she is where all the other doggies are and is barking at her treats.
That's all for today.
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