My mom got Skeeter around the time I finished college in November 1994. He was a Petit Basset Griffon Vendeen, a PBGV for short. The best part of coming home to visit my family was the cacophonous din he made when I walked in the door, like an avant-garde cello concerto. Tail wagging, banging into everything. He would bump his forehead against my shins so I could rub his ears.
This morning, we had to put Skeeter to sleep. He'd had a bunch of complications related to a low blood platelet count. He was still able to walk but he was so tired. He'd been through hell yesterday but the decline was so fast, not a long, slow illness. He was hanging out in my room with me on Wednesday, the day after I arrived — jumped up on the arm chair you see above to hang out with me. And that din? He made noise when I walked in the door Tuesday night.
Before the vet administered the shot, he bumped his forehead into my shins so I could rub his ears one last time. My mom and stepfather gave him hugs. We all petted him. And then we let him go.
I love that little guy. I'm going to miss him so much. Coming home will never be the same.
I'm sorry for your loss. At least you have good memories.
I'm so sorry for your loss. Canine or otherwise, they are always important members of our families. I hope that you were able to have a Merry Christmas otherwise.
Many condolences. It's so hard to put a pet to sleep, and so empty when they're gone. But I bet your mom and stepdad were glad to have you with them.
Thanks, Joy. It was the worst Christmas I've ever spent. But I'm glad that I got to spend a few good days with him here before he got so sick, and that I was there to say goodbye.
I'm so sorry to hear about this. I've had to confront Tiamat's (my cats) mortality this year after a run of eye ulcers, abcesses and corneal lesions. It's made me realize just how artificial species boundaries are. You and Skeeter will be in my thoughts and prayers.
I'm sorry to hear about your dog. Take care of yourself, sweetie.