We lost our Josey a year ago after 14.5yrs. She was our first and very special little angel. We got her when we lived in an apartment in the suburbs of Montreal when we were not supposed to have pets in the building - that didn't stop us. I remember picking her up and smelling of pee but it was her kisses that got me. She travelled with us everyone, never staying in a kennel and we only left her with my parents on three occasions in her whole life. As my DW always said, she was daddy's little girl and boy was she. When I went on an errand, she would ride up front with me looking out the window fascinated with the world around. When the next doors house went up in flames, she alerted us by standing up at the window and wining. She loved everybody with not a mean streak in her. Kids everywhere gravitated to her, of course they would, she's a Dally. All her life she has lived off a leash, always monitored and always stuck around. Most of her life she live on over 50 acres to run free, sniff and enjoy long walks through the woods with her brother and other two sisters. Her last year was hard on her and I believe hard on us. She contacted glaucoma and I remember the prognosis the vet gave, it shattered me as I knew she was so curious but at 13, losing her vision was not something I wanted for her. I promised I would do everything to help her early on just like all out furry ones. We opted for laser, tried to save the one 'good' eye and dearly hoping the bad eye would be okay. After several lasers and being with her after these procedures, it broke my heart when she whined knowing she had another round. She lost her sight in one eye and we battled for a year for the other but lost that battle in February '07. Once she lost her vision, her quality of life really started to slide, she lost weight, was restless and did not enjoy her walks anymore. All during this time she was with us full-timing in our RV, but she never complained. After a trip up the Eastcoast, she had trouble with one of her back legs and it never got better. She could not place weight on it and walking and standing was poor....we knew it was close to say goodbye. We so wanted to have her pass on in her sleep, but her spirit was strong. Even after making the decision, giving her everything the last couple weeks, when the day came, we still were selfish and wanted her to stay. The vet came to our RV and while sitting on the deck in the sun, her favourite pastime, we said our goodbyes.....it was so hard. I refused the vet's assistance for taking care of her with plans already made to have her cremated by a wonderful lady who by the way has two Greys at the time. I even refused the pickup offered adamant that I would take her all the way to the end, I promised her that and only wished I could take her all the way to the bridge to join her brother. If I could I would have and may not have come back at the time...I will see you again some day Baby Jo. You are my angel.
The good news of all this is that the lady who took care of Baby Jo convinced us it was time to get a Grey. We adopted Charlie only a few weeks after Baby Jo's passing and he helped us through that hard time and has made up fall head over heels for Greys. We can't wait to get another.
Josey:
After losing her sight and some weight:
Charlie, our new angel: