She was just four and a half pounds. There was nothing left of her except her big beautiful personality. Half her full weight. She had been in continent for a couple of years now. She couldn’t see and could barely hear. She struggled to breathe at times and slept a lot. But she got up and nudged me at exactly the time I was supposed to leave for her final appointment. Tears streaming down my face, I asked her, instead of telling her. “I guess it’s time?”
She just wanted to be held. I was putting things away, dilly dallying.
I’d spent the day trying to make sure everything would be perfect when I brought her home. Her headstone and burial box all ready. I should have spent it holding her but I couldn’t. The vet commented that her box was set up like a princess. She’d been our only female dog and indeed was a tiny princess.
She didn’t mind wearing a sweater as long as it was fluffy and pretty. She walked with a girly swagger. We’d even had her nails painted once and she loved it.
What she got annoyed with were the boys, our other dogs. A couple of them just barely smarter than rocks but bubbly, they just didn’t get that she was the princess. And that can be so annoying! Especially in the end, when she would snap at them like, “I’m sleeping here!” But I got it.
I made her a silk pillow and blanket. I decorated the box and headstone. She’d be laid to rest like the princess she was. We had picked a nice spot under a tree. Seemed like a great idea until we started hitting roots. We would have hit rocks elsewhere on our property, so it didn’t probably matter.
She got up from where she was napping and came over to be held. I had planned on using a dog carrier in the car. She doesn’t ride in the car well. She was no trouble today. She just laid across my arm. Struggling to breathe occasionally.
I sat in the car until our appointment time, unable to go in a minute early.
In a quiet darkened room, she fell asleep against my heart. Her breath slowed. The vet reappeared. “I guess it’s time.” I said barely audible, tears covered my face. “She looks peaceful.” The tech said. A few minutes later I gently laid her on her pillow in her box and brought her home. Where she belongs. Though this friend I’ve known for fourteen plus years will always be a sweet memory in my heart. A heart so filled with sorrow right now. A heart she laid her head against in her final moments. A heart that loved this tiny little princess to her final breath and beyond.
Rest in Peace my sweet Roxy. Rest in Peace.
By Vicki L Pugliese