20 Oct 2009, 3:06pm

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How long do you wait? RIP Fergie


Fergie died a few weeks ago. She was almost 16 1/2 years old. By the time we  euthanized her she was deaf and blind; she had an enlarged heart and was being treated for fluid around her lungs.  She weighed only 3 lbs — down from her usual 5 1/2 lbs.  We gave her every treatment we could, but when she stopped eating, we took her down to the vet and held her as she expired.  The vet told us we did the right thing.

Still, it is hard to decide when is the right time to let a beloved pet  go.  Did we keep her alive too long?  Or did we let her live her life  until her final pleasure (eating) was gone? It was such a difficult decision.  And it wasn’t the first time I had to make this decision; it was the third.

I reminded myself that the short time at the end of a pet’s life (when they are ill and die or have to be put down) is worth the many years of  joy we give them and they give us.  Every night that Fergie slept cuddled in my arms;  every treat that she ate; every walk that she took;  every adventure that we had; all made hers a GOOD life.

Even writing this today almost 2 weeks later I’m tearing up.

We were lucky to have her in our lives.  She was there for me when my husband left, during my struggle to recover from the divorce, while I dated and when I remarried.  Fergie was a small Yorkie, but she loved being a DOG and doing dog things. She wasn’t a purse dog (like my other Yorkie, KT).

Fergie once hiked up Dog Mountain (a medium-challenging trail in the Columbia River Gorge) on a hot day.  As she scampered up the trail she passed panting big dogs who were resting on the side of the trail.   Fergie didn’t rest once, she savored every step — she was on an adventure.  That was Fergie.

We are richer for having had her in our lives. We will always miss her.