On 15 March I wrote about the joys of dog ownership, (please see https://kevinmorris101.wordpress.com/2011/03/15/the-joys-of-dog-ownership/). Little did I think, as I blogged merrily away that, just three days later my special friend, Drew would be lying, lifeless in the vets.
On Wednesday evening Drew began being sick and developed the runs. At first it seemed as though it was a tummy bug which would clear up on its own given a few hours, however when Drew started passing blood we rushed her to our local vets. Drew seemed to be doing well as, when I called the vets on Thursday 17 March the receptionist informed me that Drew seemed a little brighter. On hearing those words my hopes rose and I and my family began looking forward to welcoming Drew home in a few days. However, when I called the surgery, on the morning of Friday the 18 March I received the devestating news that Drew had died, in the night owing to a heart attack brought on by her body having been weakened as a result of Drew having eaten something toxic.
My wife and I visited Drew, in the vets yesterday. I softly stroked her back and tickled her belly and said goodbye to my dear old friend. My wife and I were full of tears as we contemplated our much loved friend lying still and cold on the table before us.
I’m glad I visited Drew, for the last time to say my goodbyes. I think I would have bitterly regretted it afterward if I haden’t gone to be with my beloved Drew one last poignant time. However although it was Drew’s body lying before me the life force, the spirit which lived within her had departed and left a shell behind. The Drew who wakened me in the morning by wagging her tail, against the bedroom door as she entered was dead and gone. However all three of us (my wife, daughter and I) have happy memories, tinged with a great deal of sadness of Drew bounding around the park (as I write I can almost hear her paws running happily through the leaves). I recollect hearing Drew’s tail, in my daughter’s room banging on the floor as my daughter gave Drew a good morning stroke. So many memories.
On thursday morning I took my daughter to school while my wife took Drew to the vets. Subsequently my wife told me how, on the walk from the bus stop to the vets Drew had (despite only being on the lead rather than on the harness) taken my wife around a post as any good guide dog would do. My wife is not blind, however Drew remained a true, much loved faithful friend and guide dog to the end.
She has left a hole in our lives. Of course we will move on and, in time I will (almost certainly) get another guide dog but the memories, both happy and sad will never leave us. Given the passing of time it will, I’m sure be the memories of Drew gambling through the leaves which fill our thoughts rather than her last hours of pain.
Goodbye my dear old friend.