This morning hubby and I had to make the heart-breaking decision to have Misty, our beloved greyhound, put to sleep. An X-ray had revealed a tumour on her hip and even if the damn and blasted thing hadn’t been cancerous, she would have needed her right, hind leg removing. That would have cleared her of most of the growth : but not all of it. Aged 12 years and 6 months, we felt this was too much and so we let her gently pass over, on to the next part of her journey.
There will be many of you who know only too well what a lousy and painful place my hubby, family and I inhabit at the moment. But, I know from past experience it does improve…with time. I’m old enough to have experienced the coming and going of many well-loved pets, over the years.
We do smile again. In fact I have smiled today, in between the out of control sobbing.
Last week, my family, Misty and I were at a cabin in nearby forests. So, my lasting memories of her will be enjoying our short walks and chilling out, greyhound style, on the sunny decking. She had really slowed down and she was due back at the vets for a check up this coming week. None of us (vets included) suspected anything like this and she had shown no signs of pain. She was being medicated for joint pain. She duly spent the week eating us out of the cabin and was still keen to socialise with the other holidaying dogs. The above image shows her with the family, on one of our walks.
So, this is my tribute to a rather special greyhound called Misty, who also used to pen rather naughty posts on here, from time to time.
March 20, 2003 – September 13, 2015
We brought her home from her racing kennels on September 13, 2008. For seven fabulous years, to the day, she lived with us, travelled with us, helped yours truly get thin again. Then watched me get fat, thin, fat… you get the picture!
She inspired me to kick-start my writing career and she became quite a star of several publications.
Hubby was firmly twisted around her lovely, long and slender paws.
Our grandchildren loved her to bits and she was always patient with them.
Everyone loved her, who met her and she had many doggy friends: both large and small.
She had a beautiful, soft silky coat, fabulous big brown eyes and she smelt gorgeous.
But, all dogs do and they’re all special, aren’t they?
Our life was all the richer for having her as our family pet and we wouldn’t change a second of it. Except… I might re-wind the clock back seven years and start all over again.
Misty was loved beyond measure and we have many treasured memories of her.
As for me… in my dreams, I will be forever in the fields walking with my sorely missed friend, Misty.
R.I.P. our lovely and beautiful pet.
That’s it for now. I have been absent from the blogosphere just recently. There’s been too much going on and the wet room saga continues. Yes, unbelievable! ( More on that later!)
I’m going to try to be a better blogger from now on. After all, this blog is supposed to be all about life, so life… I will give you.
But, for now, please bear with me as I come to terms with the loss of my lovely canine pal and the heart wrenching pain that we pet lovers must endure, when they leave us.
Mind you, it is quite possible that she is sitting somewhere watching me write this post and thinking…what a right numpty!
Thanks for taking the time to visit and I will be back.