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Pet Care- Watching My Older Dog Grow Even Older - Part II
Kizzy turned 15 on October 24, 2012. On October 25, 2012, Kizzy died. Yes, believe it, my beloved companion died the day after her 15th birthday.
What Happened Since Last Hub
Back in June, I wrote one of my first hubs about Kizzy. I talked about how hard it was to see her grow older and some of the challenges I was facing. Since then, things were going along well until around August---I had a dream that she died. Of course the dream was troubling, but as a believer, I know that God sometimes prepares us for life's challenges through dreams. Shortly after that dream, her health starting deteriorating. She lost her appetite and arthritis starting making it hard for her to move. My husband and I had a vacation coming up and we needed to find someone who was willing to come to our home and care for her. Thankfully, a long-time friend, who goes to my church was up to the task and took awesome care of her while we were gone.
After returning from vacation, Kizzy actually improved. Her appetite came back for a few days and then everything took a turn for the worse. She quit eating. She could barely walk. I would massage her hind legs and other parts of her body, which would help temporarily. I used all types of herbal treatments for her ailments.
I can hear you asking "what did the vet say"? Well, my husband and I decided that due to her age, we would not invest a lot of money into veterinary bills. If she had been much younger, yes, but she was soon to turn 15. She had already had a long, full, life. We just wanted to make things comfortable for her.
As we approached her 15th birthday, she struggled. The morning of her birthday, she was able to take a walk outside. She sniffed the poles and grass which was a refreshing sight to see. By the afternoon, she hit rock bottom. It was like she had a stroke. She couldn't walk and when I picked her up to take her outside, she just stood there. I sat her in my lap and rubbed her for hours. That night, I took her out her bed downstairs and put her in the room with us. She snored up a storm and she barked in her sleep all night. We had not heard Kizzy bark in months. She was in some happy place. In addition, I dreamt that Kizzy and I were playing together. She was barking at me. Maybe we both had the same dream.
The next morning, when I picked her up to take her back to her bed, her body was like a ragdoll. She was still sleep. I laid her in her bed and she continued to breathe but never awakened. I think she was in a coma. I have the privilege of working close to home and therefore, I can come home for lunch. When I arrived, she was gone. She was still in her bed. She died peacfully, at home, in her bed. I am grateful that I didn't have to put her down. I asked God the night before to just take her. He honored my request.
My heart is broken, but I know she's happy and in a better place. The house is lonely without her. We will be getting another dog soon and I'm sure I'll present him or her in a hub. But until then,
To read (or reread) Part I of this hub, click here.