Allow me to get this out:
I get done with work on New Years Eve and decide to stop by my Mom's house before heading home. I was not going to stop there, but decided to anyway. I get in the door, and my Mom's dog, Princess (I did not name her), a 12 year old Yorkie, is sitting by the door. She recognizes me, and looks up to get petted. I pet her and she immediately head over to a corner of the living room to pee (which has been normal for her lately). I ask her if she wants to go outside, and she follows me to the backdoor to get let out. I let her out and close the door. Normally, she will bark in a minute or two to get let back in, but this time she didn't. I look outside and Princess is sitting in the backyard, which is not something this little dog does (especially considering it was about 20 degrees out). I go out to entice her inside, but she will not budge. I then notice that her breathing is really labored and shallow. I am now officially worried.
I pick her up and bring her inside. I put her down on the living room floor on a towel. Princess just lays down, with no hint of recognition of what is going on around her. Only once since I found her outside did she acknowledge me. After a minute or two, she went over onto her side and resigned myself to the obvious. My younger brother was already there, so I call my sisters and Mother, as well as the neighbors who knew this dog well. After another minute or two, Princess died.
Over the next couple of hours, people came through to say goodbye. It was odd, but it was as if we held a impromptu funeral for Princess.
The part that gets to me is that it seems as if she waited for me to stop before dying. From the moment I stepped in the door until the time she died was at most twenty minutes. I am glad I decided to stop by at the last minute so that she did not have to die alone.
So, in eulogy, I just want to say goodbye to this little dog with a lot of personality. She was a wonderful little animal who gave us twelve great years.
Waferdog
Linear Mode
