As many of you know, I own and operate my own pet sitting business. I care for animals when their owners are away, and I have many clients that I see their pets routinely throughout the year. I bond with them as much as if they were my own. This weekend I watched one of my favorite dogs, Bear. He's a 16 year old Golden Retriever that I have been sitting for, for about 4 years now. Perfectly well behaved. You couldn't ask for a sweeter or better dog. He always got haircuts that made him look comical, and they always put a cute bow or bandana on him. He was a big flirt.
He hasn't had many health issues until recently starting kidney failure, and his mind is still as sharp as can be, but his poor old body just can't keep up anymore. He developed very bad arthritis and his muscles started wasting away. This weekend I had to say goodbye to him.
When his owners got home, they found that he hadn't been able to control his bowels multiple times throughout the weekend. I had no idea, because this 16 year old marvel somehow climbed the slippery wooden stairs, who knows how many times, to go in the basement. This weekend was their deciding factor to end his suffering. They brought him to my clinic today and all I could think about all day was that Bear was coming in today. I couldn't help with the euthanasia, I couldn't even bear to see him. I feel a little guilty for that, but I talked with his mom on the phone yesterday to make the appointment and told her I couldn't be there but I would be there in spirit. The girls I work with were all very supportive as I struggled to keep my composure throughout the process and in the hours afterward. They kept him out of my view as they took care of him afterwards and made a beautiful paw print for his mom and dad. There are times in my job that I feel like giving it up, to do something with a happier outcome. After a little while, I realize that meeting and taking care of all of these wonderful animals enriches my life that much more, and I wouldn't give it up for the world. Please say a prayer for Bear and his family, who loved him so much, yet had to let him go.
He hasn't had many health issues until recently starting kidney failure, and his mind is still as sharp as can be, but his poor old body just can't keep up anymore. He developed very bad arthritis and his muscles started wasting away. This weekend I had to say goodbye to him.