Sept 1999-Aug 2013
Zack and I had to let go of Sophie two weeks ago. It was a sad day, but like Zack pointed out, she hasn't been "Sophie" in months. The poor girl went totally blind earlier this spring and her hearing had deteriorated to the point where she could only hear high-pitched whistles. It was time.
For months, I had been hoping that she would drift off in her sleep and never wake up again, but the nights were getting more and more stressful for her and us. She would sleep a couple hours then wake up and pant and pace and get lost in the house. We worried about leaving her home alone for more than a couple hours at a time. The good days were outnumbered by the bad, so the decision was made to have her put down.
We made the ride to the vet's office as enjoyable as possible for her. All the windows were rolled down for easy access. Zack sat in the backseat with her and fed her mini Reece's peanut butter cups. Her favorite foods! Chocolate (which nearly killed her two years ago) and peanut butter. A pretty fitting last meal.
The whole process was very quiet and peaceful. Sophie is no longer confused and in pain. I like to think that she and Brownie are romping about in the creek, rolling around in the grass, napping in the sun, chasing birds and squirrels.
That's my bitty girl, Soph...