... having one of the most awful days of my life - saying goodbye to my friend and companion of almost 14 years, Jennie (the Yorkshire Terrier, for those that haven't been introduced)
Since her illness at the start of the year she 'lost' something of herself, and has been getting steadily worse as the year has gone on. Her sight and hearing going were practical things, but she became more and more confused and suffering from some form of dementia

It was pitiful watching her get 'lost' in her own house or garden and bash herself againt walls, doors, and anything else in the way.
If it hadn't been for the fireguard I bought a couple of months ago, she would have been burned a dozen times on the electric fire. She was stumbling and falling all over the place. A sad thing to see in a dog who was known as the Flying Yorkie at the Agility classes.
The advice from vets and dog experts were that we would KNOW when the time was right - and as this week progressed we could see a corner had been turned. Yesterday I made the phone call and booked the appointment for this morning.
I am telling myself that I've helped her escape her pain, confusion, and suffering - but I keep feeling that I've killed my friend

The house feels horrible without her and she will be a big miss in the months (and years) to come.
We were hoping for another 3-4 years with her, as we hear of a lot of 18 year old Yorkies...... but it was not to be.
She's had a wonderful life and done an amazing amount of things. She was also a beautiful and caring dog that charmed everyone who met her - including the postman who didn't like dogs but became our best friend.
I'm trying to think of the great times we had, but at the moment there is a massive terrier-shaped hole inside me.
Sorry for a downer, but I know some of my puzzle-pals wanted to know about her.
MBH
