Figgy

 

Lost my 15 1/2 year old Westie tonight. Figgy. I knew it was coming. Saw the signs. Held her last night. Sang to her. (She loves my singing) 

 

Today, she was happy to see me heading out of the bedroom but unlike other mornings, she didn't get up. Wouldn't eat, drink. More cuddles. More songs. Gave her a bath. (She loves a bath and a blow dry) Put a diaper on her because she lost bladder and bowel control this afternoon. Fed her chicken in broth. She ate it all. 

 

Labored breathing. Wanted to help so I gave her 1/2 dose of Rimadyl and a benadryl. Her breathing relaxed. She was snuggled in an electric blanket on the couch. 

  

 I went to make tea and when I got back to her, she was gone.

 

Sweet, lovely Lady. Smartest dog I have ever known. I will miss her so much.

In a way, happy she passed here, in our home, her home. 

 

Surviving 2 Westies will be allowed to see her and hopefully understand she is gone.

 

My other senior Westie had to be euthanized. Figgy (The love I just lost) never got to see her in a death state. Her grief was horrendous. Every time I walked in the door she looked for her pack mate.

Thankfully, I have learned from this. 

 

My young Westies can smell, see, touch, their Matron and hopefully understand she will not be back.