Alice left us at 4:30 this afternoon. She went peacefully cradled in our arms. Alice had been sick for a few weeks: Cushing’s, pancreas problems, enlarged liver, stomach ulcers and other masses on her internal organs. We she woke this morning she was very, very sick, so, we rushed her to the Vet. The Vet did an ultrasound this afternoon and gave us the news she had pancreatic cancer and only about six weeks to live.
The Vet clinic invited us down this afternoon to say our final goodbyes and hold her as she passed.
Alice adopted us 7 years ago when she was 5. A very timid dog and very much afraid of the world. When we picked her up she was terrified of us and wanted nothing to do with us, Once we got her home she was our little girl, all 6kgs of her.
She shared our life, sleeping in the bed, watching TV with us at night, sitting on our laps or next to us on the sofa and following her mum around all day. Our house, and us, were her world, she got extremely stressed when we took her for walks, so, we stopped walking her. Just the sight of other people, dogs, unfamiliar places terrified her. At home she was a different dog, just content to be with us: House, car, caravan, or her little bike trailer, as long as she was with us she was happy. If we went out without her, she’d sit next to the roll a door waiting for us to come home, refusing to eat, drink or sleep.
Alice lost her sight 12 months ago, and her hearing not long after, but still she liked to play with her green stick, her security blanket that came with her. Whenever she was stressed, she’d pick up her green stick and hold it in her mouth. In the mornings she’d bring her stick into the bedroom while we brushed our teeth. Then I’d kick her stick and she’d fetch it. After she lost her sight, she still liked to chase her green stick, using her hearing and smell to locate it. When she lost her hearing, she went off the loud sound it made when it hit the hall wall. At night she’d sometimes get frisky, grab her ball and fling it up in the air.
Being a RAAF police dog handler for 25 years I saw dozens of dogs euthanised, each one worse than the last.
Alice will be cremated and her ashes will take pride of place in the bookcase, next to Dennis and Toby.
We are devastated!
RIP little girl, no more toothaches, no more being scared, no more Vet visits, your spirit will always. be with us .
A dog will give you some of the best days of your life, and one of the worst.
The Vet clinic invited us down this afternoon to say our final goodbyes and hold her as she passed.
Alice adopted us 7 years ago when she was 5. A very timid dog and very much afraid of the world. When we picked her up she was terrified of us and wanted nothing to do with us, Once we got her home she was our little girl, all 6kgs of her.
She shared our life, sleeping in the bed, watching TV with us at night, sitting on our laps or next to us on the sofa and following her mum around all day. Our house, and us, were her world, she got extremely stressed when we took her for walks, so, we stopped walking her. Just the sight of other people, dogs, unfamiliar places terrified her. At home she was a different dog, just content to be with us: House, car, caravan, or her little bike trailer, as long as she was with us she was happy. If we went out without her, she’d sit next to the roll a door waiting for us to come home, refusing to eat, drink or sleep.
Alice lost her sight 12 months ago, and her hearing not long after, but still she liked to play with her green stick, her security blanket that came with her. Whenever she was stressed, she’d pick up her green stick and hold it in her mouth. In the mornings she’d bring her stick into the bedroom while we brushed our teeth. Then I’d kick her stick and she’d fetch it. After she lost her sight, she still liked to chase her green stick, using her hearing and smell to locate it. When she lost her hearing, she went off the loud sound it made when it hit the hall wall. At night she’d sometimes get frisky, grab her ball and fling it up in the air.
Being a RAAF police dog handler for 25 years I saw dozens of dogs euthanised, each one worse than the last.
Alice will be cremated and her ashes will take pride of place in the bookcase, next to Dennis and Toby.
We are devastated!
RIP little girl, no more toothaches, no more being scared, no more Vet visits, your spirit will always. be with us .
A dog will give you some of the best days of your life, and one of the worst.
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