On friday had to put down and bury my first dog. Heli was english toyterrier and part of family for almost 15 years.
As puppy she broke both her bones in front leg. She was so tiny and still good doctor managed to put titanium plate and tiniest screws to it. She healed very well. Later on she got tumors and was operated. They were so spread that could only remove few and some were left. That didn't bother her though. Also there were genetic error on her eyes. We suspected for a while that she doesnt see that well but truth was that she almost didn't see anything. Also those bad eyes were painful and had to be removed. Still she soldiered on. Actually her life quality got significantly better without eyes. She became more active and seemingly happy. She move'd very well and managed to avoid obstacles even without sight.
Few weeks ago she got really picky about eating. We changed dog foods, changed to wet foods, gave treats that she would atleast eat something. It got worse as she didn't even eat treats anymore. We gave her nutrition liquid from syringe (without needle ofc, straight to her mouth) and hope that she would pick up eating. A day or two later she was too weak to walk and we just had to make hardest decision of our lives.
On friday evening she got lethal injection and slept away. We buried her in our backyard as we got home.
I have never cried this much over anything. I just try to not think of her when at work and public places. I miss my little pal so much.
RIP Heli, always in my heart, one tough cookie.