Requiem for a Dog

Our beloved G has left us.  We said goodbye to him on Friday, after having been his family for over 4 years.  He saw us through two IVFs, two kids, postpartum depression, a new job and a move to a new state.  He kept his sweet yet stubborn disposition until the end even though he was having issues getting up due to degeneration of his back muscles and arthritis.  He began pooping in the house and it got progressively worse and worse until the point where he would poop while laying down and not even realize it.  He also seemed really tired all of the time and didn’t have the same get up that he had even a year ago.  We estimate his age to be about 12-13, certainly nos doggie spring chicken.

We really struggled with the question of when we should let him go.  Should we do what we could to give him an ok quality of life for another few months even though he wasn’t able to do the things he really loved?  Was it just putting off the inevitable? Should we put him through another move and before that more time when he would be home alone all day because I no longer work at home? We decided that we couldn’t. We wanted to give him rest while he could still enjoy his last car ride.

Mr. X took him in to the vet. I knew that it would be too hard for me. I assumed that since G was really my dog, Mr. X wouldn’t be as affected.  I was wrong. The only time in the 13 years we have been together that I have seen him cry was the day that he took G in for that final appointment.  Not even the birth of our children prompted him to cry, but saying goodbye to our old boy did.  I loved him even more because of that.

There is a hole in our home now where he used to fit. But, we also know that it was time and he was ready after having had a great life, at least with us. He brought a lot of joy to a lot of people and will be remembered for a very long time.