I’ve had to say goodbye to my good girl.
She was a 13-year-old Springer Spaniel, and was incredibly loyal but excitable, even at the end.
I’m broken without her, no more walks. no fur bundle excitingly greeting me when I get home, no more sharing dinner with her. Just the cat trying to steal stuff off plates now.
Her last day consisted of lots of attention, a big breakfast, and ice cream. Ideally, I would have walked her to her old favourite spot but she’s too old and tired to get that far.
Sorting through her items is painful, the amount of things I brought her. She loved her stuffed toys, had so many collars, throw and tug toys she hardly played with after she hit 3 years old.
So yeah, my mind has been off a bit because of all this, no motivation to do much.