We had bought Charlie one week after we got married. That was 15 1/2 years ago. He was 6 weeks old, and the cutest beagle you ever saw with one little white spot on his back. His personality has always been that of a true friend. Always there for us, and never angry at us. His love was unconditional.
He was with us for both our childrens births, and he loved our children as much as any dog could.
3 years ago he was diagnosed with Cushings disease. He was always thristy, we thought it was because of the grapefruit size fatty tumor he had on his shoulder...we used to laugh that he was a camel. But the day came when we needed to remove the tumor, and he was almost back to his energetic self again. The effects of cushings kept on coming. He became blind and def, but his sense of smell helped him find all the goodies left over from the kids lunch bags (even when in a closed knapsack). He always found a way to eat the food he wanted to eat. hahaha... He was such a good dog.
Then about 8 months ago, he started to limp in his hind legs. We thought maybe just old age, which it very well could have been. He had his good days and he had his bad days. Then the bronchitis came on, and the daily medication. But he still seemed happy to be around us, he would wag his tail when I would come home and pet him, he would follow me wherever I went and he seemed content. He wasn't in pain, but the coughing would get worse then better then worse...
Yesterday, his hind legs collapsed and when his bum hit the ground, the black and red diarrhea literally poured out of his bum... we knew at that moment that it was his time. We kept him comfortable through the night, and the next day (yesterday), we brought him to be put down. We fed him the little sausages he always loved, and he wolfed them down like he was a puppy again! As we sat with him, trying to build up the courage to give that final knock on the door to call in the vet, he started to sit up....I started to doubt what we were about to do, I thought, "maybe he knows and he doesn't want to go", maybe he wants to try to walk around...!?... but then...he vomitted all the food he ate and fell back down....He was telling us it was time... He knew that the longer we waited, the harder it would be for us...He was such a great dog even at the very end.
I miss him so very very much. I don't know how I will get through this... I know i have to, and I know I will...but it just hurts soo much.
Goodbye my baby Charlie. I love you and will always have you in my heart and soul. You are my best friend.