Very sorry for your loss, it has to be all the harder as you had her in the family for such a long time.
It puts me in mind of our family dog, Shorty, a Heinz 57 terrier with black and tan markings like a Dobermann or Rottweiler and ferocity (towards the milkman and mailman but not us) belying his diminutive size.
He lived to be 16 or 17, I had left home for Calgary in '72 so wasn't around to witness his slow demise, similar to what Maisy went through. The day came that my father and his second wife decided that the vet and the needle was the only reasonable thing to do.
All of Shorty's life if he saw one of us or all of us heading for the back door he knew that meant "car ride", on his short list of favorite things and he would leap into the air in anticipation of this exquisite thrill.
So on the day of his termination with extreme prejudice, do you think they could get him near let alone out the back door? This age-enfeebled little terrier, who could barely stand, put up the Fight of His Life with my old man who had to wrestle and drag him out and into the car.
When they got to the vet's and onto the table he knew the battle was lost and like Gary Gilmore facing the Utah firing squad tacitly said "Let's do it".
My father, raised on the farm, as farm people are, not sentimental about animals, was haunted by Shorty's final moments and talked about this incident for years. It's such things which remind and inform us of the remarkable emotional intelligence of dogs, our good and faithful friends...
Beautiful words. Much sympathy and respect. We love them so much because they are innocents and, in many ways, simply better than us. God rest your Maisy.
Very sorry for your loss, it has to be all the harder as you had her in the family for such a long time.
It puts me in mind of our family dog, Shorty, a Heinz 57 terrier with black and tan markings like a Dobermann or Rottweiler and ferocity (towards the milkman and mailman but not us) belying his diminutive size.
He lived to be 16 or 17, I had left home for Calgary in '72 so wasn't around to witness his slow demise, similar to what Maisy went through. The day came that my father and his second wife decided that the vet and the needle was the only reasonable thing to do.
All of Shorty's life if he saw one of us or all of us heading for the back door he knew that meant "car ride", on his short list of favorite things and he would leap into the air in anticipation of this exquisite thrill.
So on the day of his termination with extreme prejudice, do you think they could get him near let alone out the back door? This age-enfeebled little terrier, who could barely stand, put up the Fight of His Life with my old man who had to wrestle and drag him out and into the car.
When they got to the vet's and onto the table he knew the battle was lost and like Gary Gilmore facing the Utah firing squad tacitly said "Let's do it".
My father, raised on the farm, as farm people are, not sentimental about animals, was haunted by Shorty's final moments and talked about this incident for years. It's such things which remind and inform us of the remarkable emotional intelligence of dogs, our good and faithful friends...
This is a touching tribute to Maisy Mills McQueen, Petey, Max and Toodles my condolences to you and Michelle and Tamara 💕
thinking of you all and the loss of Maisy--a loss like no other--sending love xx
Beautiful words. Much sympathy and respect. We love them so much because they are innocents and, in many ways, simply better than us. God rest your Maisy.
Oh Dennis, so sorry to hear about Masie. Take care. Lovely piece.
That was really Lovely Dennis. Sorry for your loss.
Thank you to all my friends and followers for your kind words of sympathy..