Sky – the last days
Yes, Sky has gone from us.
Up until just before Christmas 2008, she was happy and seemed comfortable. She still enjoyed her walks, would go for short gallops ahead of me, then stop and look back as if to check I was still coming. She loved her food, mainly raw, or tenderly home cooked by me. Changing Sky’s food to home-made had worked a miracle for her in 2006, but the best diet in the world is not going to keep an old dog alive forever.
The first sign that something was amiss was when she declined her daily walk, turning back at the gate and slowly re-entering the house. Then she started leaving some of her food. The Vet. found nothing untoward, but the next development was rapid, laboured breathing and sudden weight loss.
Xrays and blood tests showed Sky to be anaemic and having a slightly enlarged heart. The Vet. thought her immediate problem was probably a bleeding tumour somewhere, probably in her spleen. No masses were palpable in her abdomen.
Here’s the thing: you have an old dog; you know the time will come when something will end her life. But nothing really prepares you for having to make the decision of when.
I had to weigh up the stress of surgery for her at her age (17) against the time it would buy her if it was successful. And of course, there were financial considerations as well.
Medication relieved Sky’s symptoms somewhat, and while the whole family was gathered together for Christmas, we debated what to do. We decided that on a daily basis we would assess Sky’s comfort level. If she deteriorated again, we would give her a peaceful end.
Sky enjoyed her last Christmas – re-acquainting herself with people she had not been with for a long time, eating tidbits, creeping under the Christmas tree (a mysterious activity she has done every Christmas – we think she liked the smell, or perhaps the feel of the pine needles gently scraping her back).
A few days later she began to show signs of discomfort again and now, the medications that had been helping her symptoms, began to lose their effect. The day came when she looked so miserable, I knew it had to be her last.
The Vet. very kindly came to the house, which saved Sky the stress of going to the clinic, which she hated, having been there many times for surgery for skin cancer.
Afterwards, Sky looked so peaceful, I was plagued by concern that perhaps I had left it too long. Did she suffer? Was she in pain? I do not know, but I do know I made the right choice.
Sky is buried in a friend’s pet graveyard, on a property where she loved to hunt rabbits when she was younger. It’s a lovely position on a grassy knoll, where daisies, agapanthus and a rambling rose grow against a fence. Many family pets and working dogs have been buried there over three generations. She is in fine company.