I knew the day was going to come when I’d have to make that decision and that day was yesterday when we had to get Monty put down.
For the last few months she’d become noticeably skinnier and we couldn’t take her for walks any more because she didn’t have the stamina.
On Friday, The Surfer took her back to his place for the weekend because I was going away camping for the weekend with some great friends of mine.
I picked her up yesterday and he told me that she hadn’t moved since the previous night. When I went to say hallo she was just lying there and didn’t get up, excited to see me like she normally did. We picked her up and put her in the car and brought her home, and carried her into the lounge.
I made the call to the vet who came around to have a look and agreed that it was her time to go. She could tell by her the smell of her breath that her kidneys had failed.
We sat there patting Monty while the final injection was administered and went through quite a few tissues to wipe away the tears and the runny noses.
JJ was very upset as Monty has been there for his whole life and he absolutely loved her. He called her the Queen of Love. JJ cried himself to sleep last night and every time he starts crying he sets me off as well.
She’s gone now and I keep looking up expecting her to stumble into the lounge like she has been for the last few months because her arthritis meant it was harder for her to get around.
I know it’s going to take some time to get over her. It’s amazing how an animal becomes a huge part of your life.
I’m going to miss filling in the holes she used to dig. I’m going to miss taking her for walks. I’m going to miss her waiting at the gate for us to come home. I’m going to miss her loyalness. I’m even going to miss picking up her poo. I’m going to miss her.
Here’s some other posts I’ve written about her.