Kahlua, shown here, was one of my clients for the last 13 years. Her owners, Peter and Joe, had another dog, Miles, before her. I took care of him also.
They asked me to check in on her the other evening, and I found her at the bottom of the stairs, laying her a pool of her own urine. I cleaned her up then carried her up the stairs, but her legs were shot. She could walk. She tried, but just kept falling down. Before it had been her hind quarters that no longer would support her. Now her front legs were gone. She hadn't eaten her breakfast.
I tried to standing her up 5 or 6 times, but she kept falling down. I phoned Peter, and he texted back that he thought it was her time. I agreed. I laid down with her, and told her how much I loved her. We kissed. I told her she was a great dog, a lovely faithful friend, that I would miss her terrible. I told her all her old friends would be coming to see her soon, Bacchus, Che, Tucker, the whole gang. Her old pals from doggie day care would be there waiting for her, and all the cats that had passed through her home over the years too. She was tired, and she was ready to leave this world.
When Kahlua was at our home I never locked the back door of our house or set the alarm. This was the queen of watchdogs. I think she bit 4 people at our place over the years. If she didn't know you, sorry for you.
She is the last of my old dogs that I've cared for over the last 16 years. She had a great life, and wonderful people who loved her and gave her everything a dog could ask for.
What a dog. Love you Kahlua.
That's it.
Life is what happens in between meals.
Peace,
Make Food/Not War
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