Last week I was so excited to bring home doglet #3. I’d always said that perhaps we had to wait, because somewhere a doglet would need us. Turned out I was wrong, we needed her…
Last Friday, just two days after doglet #3 arrived, I noticed Celia was a bit wobbly on her legs. Saturday I took her to the after hours vet who suspected a back or neck issue, due to her being a dachshund. I wasn’t convinced, we have had neck and back issues with Alice and this was different. Celia was showing no sign of any pain. But we left with anti-inflams in hand, hoping we would see an improvement quickly.
This was not the case, by Monday she was no better, and increasingly walking like she’d been into the gin stash, but in otherwise good spirits. Back to our regular vet who said he wasn’t 100% convinced either about the back/neck issue but without more definite symptoms, and of course she was fine while at the vets, to “wait and see”.
Tuesday I took the new dog for her annual shots and a general health check. I hijacked the vet (a different one) and showed her some video I’d taken of Celia during the afternoon with a definite tremor and wobble going on. She said she was pretty sure that it was some sort of “brain issue”. However even with an MRI or other extensive testing, there was little chance of treatment so she said “quality of life”.
Yesterday afternoon, I got home early from work, around 2.30pm. Celia was delighted to see me but I noticed she was falling over and walking with a very definite stagger to the right. I ate an apple and broke the core into 3 (removing the pips) but Celia looked at me as if I’d gone nuts. She never turned down food. Not good. So by 3.30pm I was back to the vet. Celia just lay on the table, seeming to be completely without muscle tone. Vet said, next stage was likely seizures but to keep an eye on her, not leave her unattended where she could hurt herself, and make sure she was eating/drinking ok. She said due to the speed of the condition, we likely had days left.
Back home we went and then…. we went for a walk, Celia was back to “normal”, instinct kicked in and we had a lovely family stroll around the block – Celia, me, my partner, her much adored Grandma and her sisters.
Jimmy, our wonderful house and pet sitter came to say “goodbye” just after 5pm. She was cuddling Celia and took her outside to say a few quiet words of goodbye and love. Celia fidgeted and Jimmy put her on the grass where Celia immediately vomited and had the seizure the vet had spoken of only 2 hours earlier.
Back to the vet where we made the decision that this would be her last trip there. Our final act of love to our precious girl. She slipped into that last, deep, permanent sleep while we held her.
She was too young to go, only 6 and a half. She had such a rough life before we got her 18 months ago. She deserved to live such a long and happy life. She destroyed our furniture and furnishings, but stole her way into our hearts and family.
The pansies she loved to munch on will now flourish, we will no longer hear “Missy Thunder Thighs” stampeding down the hallway for a cuddle. We will no longer have the dancing in the kitchen at dinner time, or the demented chimpanzee like screaming when we go for a walk. We can now return the cushions to the couch where they will remain uneaten, and my slippers will stay where I leave them.
But I’d give anything to have her back and have her live out her life with us.
I feel so cheated, it’s so unfair. I loved her with all my heart… but she knew she was loved. We will miss her terribly, especially Alice as they were so bonded to each other.
So we needed doglet #3 but not for the reasons we expected.
Goodbye my sweet precious, always in my heart.Follow @paula_from_nz