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  • v CHEBBA
    I am where you are and am sharing my heart a little with you. I can tell how much your Milo meant to you and I, too, am adjusting to a huge goodbye. We had to have our stunning rescue GSD Sarah pts last week - she was an astonishing 5yrs 1 month survivor of bone cancer and front leg amputation, something of a record. She came to us 7 years ago, around 4 years old, weighing barely 40lbs, a skeleton with long black coat and gorgeous tan markings, covered in caked mud and upset tummy, riddled with worms and barely able to stand. She had had such a horrible life and had obviously been goaded by whoever to kill things. As she got fitter, we realised she was a nightmare as a result of her early life, and she wanted to bite everyone other than us and our other dogs. We worked so hard with her and she transformed into a stunning dog with a golden heart, accepting all the other dogs which came into our lives too. She was a real Mum's girl. She coped with her amputation brilliantly, still went for short walks and was never on any medication. However, her back legs started to go a year ago, so we had to retire her from 4 years of weekly hydrotherapy, which she adored. As things got worse, we used a rear strap harness to support her - her mind was still as bright as ever and she truly loved us and our other dogs, and would pull to get down the lane to meet my husband and our two OES's as they returned from their long daily walk. Trust me, she was a really happy dog and being on 3 legs wasn't a big deal until two of those started to fail - and even then, with support, she was fine. But, 2 weeks or so ago, the loss of use of her back legs got worse, she started to lose her spirit and didn't want to even try to get up. I always knew she'd let me know when she had had enough, and sure enough, she was telling me it was time. She was besotted with me, she wouldn't take her hand feeding from anyone other than me when she was too weak on her back end to stand! It meant I couldn't go away anywhere, but it didn't matter, Sarah came first. I was her world and she was mine. There was a connection which was hard to put into words and my husband could never understand how I just knew what she wanted by how she looked at me. But she had been happy, loved her car rides, visits to my mother and her increasingly shorter, assisted hops. She was adored and adored right back. She was not in pain and boy did we pull out the stops to maximise her quality of life. My heart is breaking as I write and I know how you will be feeling. I hope that our Sarah has met your Milo and that they are playing, ailment free, free as the wind. Keep your chin up. We must remember our wonderful dogs not as the brief heartache of them leaving us but for how they lived for much much longer with us and enriched our lives. You gave Milo so much and no matter where you are, he/she will be somewhere nearby and always in your heart. Three Cheers for Milo and Sarah! emoticon emoticon emoticon
    548 days ago
    Dearest SteevieRae,

    I posted a tribute to sweet Milo on the Start Page for you. Please know that he is always with you. When someone we have loved goes to Heaven then a little bit of Heaven is always in our heart and home.


    548 days ago