It’s a grey, gloomy day outside & I’m feeling pretty grey & gloomy inside too. What I thought was arthritis in one of Abby’s legs didn’t respond to treatment. By this week she could barely put any weight on the leg at all, she wasn’t eating very much & she was losing weight & just generally miserable. She had blood tests & X rays this morning & they showed a bone cancer in her leg that had advanced quite a bit in only a few weeks. So, I made the decision to have her put to sleep. She was at least 16 years old & I didn’t want her to suffer any of the treatments on offer – amputating the leg and/or chemotherapy.
Abby lived with my Dad for her first 10 years. She was a stray who just walked in one day about six weeks after my Mum died & took over Dad’s life. He loved her & she was a wonderful companion for him. Then, she came to live with me six years ago when Dad died and took over my life! I got used to the 4am wake-up calls, the imperious demands for me to hurry up & sit down so she could go to sleep on my lap & her unerring instinct that I was about to cook some chicken or fish & could she have her share please? My life will be a little bit lonelier without her.
Here are some of my favourite pictures of Abby. Luckily I have lots of photos & I have all my posts here about her as well. Another reason I’m glad I started blogging. I’m having Abby cremated & I plan to scatter her ashes in the rose garden I’m planning. She had many favourite places to sleep but this was one of the best & shadiest on warm afternoons.