I can't believe both of my girls are gone now. Thirteen years ago this week, I brought a puppy home that I named Sable for Lucy. Lucy took good care of Sable and showed her the ropes and taught her the law of the land. If someone had told me 14 years ago that I would have 3 big ass dogs in my home one day I would have laughed out loud. Now my girls are just memories.
I had to let my sweet Sable go yesterday. It was so difficult yet knew the day was coming sooner than I wanted with her decline this year. Her weight continued to fall off despite the thyroid meds and I noticed earlier this year that she could no longer stand endlessly on her hind legs and look down the road as I drove. The last few weeks I have had to pick her up most of the time to help her walk and then she would always fall going potty. Even with all this I was hesitant as I sat in the vets parking lot yesterday. I was thinking I'd wait till after Christmas but that's what I said for her birthday in November. I knew it was time and I think she did too. It was the first time she was ever shaking at the vet's office. I loved this girl. She was a lab and chow hound mix. The man I got her from said she was the first one on and the last one off her mother. I already miss you so much Sable.
My sweet Sable is hanging on for dear life. She continues to lose weight but still a chow hound? Darn thyroid. When she is not following me around the house or yard she is passed out getting some much needed rest. We hope you have a restful weekend during this most hectic time of year.
On the 13th of this month my little green eyed monster turned 13. Just a few months ago I wondered if she would last with her hip dysplasia progressing. I still have to help her up much of the time but she follows me around the house and yard and still seems so happy. I don't want to let her go. I'm hoping to spend one more Christmas with my girl.
Sable always manages to find the coolest spot in the house. Unfortunately, with her hip and leg issues she has a difficult time getting up unless she is on carpet. She seems so happy but she must be in some pain.
My sweet Lucy loved Sable as her own. When I brought 6 week old Sable home Lucy was about 9 months old. It was one of the best decisions that I made as a pet owner for they were inseparable till Lucy's death. I wish that I had more pictures of them at this time but I had just got my first digital camera and was a bit skeptical.
Yeah they always get me down it seems. A couple of weeks ago I took Sable to the vet. I had been feeling a scab and noticed, what I thought, was one of those hot spots that first started appearing when she was diagnosed with her thyroid condition. In addition to this, Sable is showing a general decline with her hip dysplasia and thyroid. So...just as we get to the vet it starts to rain like it only can in Houston. For such a water loving dog Sable does not like getting in the rain. So I have to carry her in the vet, luckily she is down to 57 pounds from her high of 95. As soon as I get in the office I fall due to my wet feet. Then in the bright lights the vet shows me this hole in the side of Sable's head. She ask me if it could be a spider bite? I'm thinking: you tell me. It looks more like a gunshot to me. Now Sable's wound is healing slowly. But wait, on the return home from the vet the power is out here at home and the garage door will not go up so again, I get to carry Sable in the house. That's about as bad as my Mondays get, thankfully.
Keep my girl Sable in your thoughts as we navigate these final months of her sweet, sweet life.