Goodbye Old Friend

We had another tough day today. This one probably the hardest yet.

Our dear old dog, Moosh, has gone to the big field in the sky. She had become very dizzy, was falling down and was confused.

It turns out she was having strokes rather than just vestibular disease and her heart was calling it quits. We found a lump on her neck that turned out to be an infected salivary gland and took her to the vet this afternoon fearing the worst. The vet said he didn’t believe that she would survive the required treatment for the glandular infection and may only have lived a few days longer. He confirmed what we suspected last night, that probably the kindest thing we could do for Moosh was to relieve her suffering.

Dr Loff gently walked us through the whole ordeal as I’d seen Dad, as a veterinarian, do a number of times. He made Moosh comfortable with a soft bed and blanket and we were with her as he relaxed her with the first shot and as she went off to sleep with the second one. Moosh passed away very peacefully at approximately 4:15pm our time. Moosh had a warm loving spirit right to the very end. She was nearly 15 years old and very easy to love.

We’re having her privately cremated and will spread her ashes in a couple of her favourite places, namely Ambleside Beach and Lynn Valley’s nature trails.

We’ll miss our friend are sad to have lost her, but are glad she’s not suffering any more.

I think tomorrow I’ll do a more creative memorial.

I love you Moosh. I sure will miss you.

Our lives seem to have turned into a very bad country music song:

I’m not working, we have no money, the bills and debts are piling up, we’re having tax troubles, our home is being sold, we’re not sure where we’re going and now… our beloved dog and best friend has passed away. Joke is on us. Hello, good luck? Where the hell have you gone. We really need a break. The stress is unbelievable.

Dear universe: HELP!

Sometimes life on life’s terms really sucks ass. Why the hell does it have to suck so much at once?

Cliché time: “It never rains, it pours.”

Whoever said that needs a hard kick in the nuts.

It’ll take more than a little Bob Marley to help us through this one.