The past 48 hours have been pretty rough at our house. David finally agreed to let our vet Kay euthanize our oldest dog, 18-year old Peaches. In these photos she is a young dog in 1994 and an old dog in recent months, unable to do anything but lay in her bed.
She has intermittently made noises that indicated she was in pain and had lost interest in peeing or anything else outside. Our vet Kay told us that her brain had deteriorated, in other words she had dog senescence.
The burden fell on David to decide, as it was he who refused to even discuss “putting her down.” Finally on Thursday last week I asked him why he was doing this.
Are you keeping her alive for her or you? He thought about it, and after she howled all night on Thursday night he said, I guess I am doing it for me. Then she began to howl continuously, not from pain the vet says, but because her brain was sick.
Friday evening, David took Peaches to the vet’s office. Fred the assistant vet gave her a shot to calm her down, but it had NO effect. Fred also increased the dosage of Rimadyl Peaches was taking.
Peaches howled from Friday night when Fred (our #2 vet) saw her until we got her back to the vet’s office and Kay our #1 vet agreed the time had come. She administered a concentrated dose of phynobarbitol. While Kay stroked Peaches and listend to her heart with a stethascope, Peaches went to sleep. David was crying which caused me to cry, and then Kay who had taken care of Peaches since her puppyhood, began to cry.
You gave her a good life she told us, looking at me.
Meanwhile, I had called the Arlington Animal Shelter and asked them if they could help with the body. We drove there and arranged for a private cremation. When the ashes return, we will take them out to Connie and Bill’s farm and sprinkle them where we spread Max’s ashes.
The last thing Kay said to Peaches as she left us, was “Max is waiting for you.”