On Thursday, we made the decision that if he wasn't any better by this weekend, we were going to put him down. I know Scott didn't want to make that decision as Spanky was a very special dog to him - he truly was his little buddy, following him around everywhere, wanting to be wherever Scott was, and howling his sadness whenever Scott would leave him.
Throughout Friday night, it became clear that Spanky wasn't going to have a miraculous recovery, so Scott made an 8am appointment with the vet for Saturday morning. The countdown to when they had to leave was horrible. Knowing that we were going to send him off, and never see him again was so hard to accept. Ava and I stayed at home so Scott could say goodbye to Spanky on his own. Scott was holding him when his heart stopped - that's an image that will stay with him forever. In addition to feeling immense sadness, Scott's also feeling guilty...did he make the right decision? Was there something else that we could have done to keep Spanky with us longer? So many what ifs...
But it was the humane thing to do.
Ava was very concerned that Lucky would no longer have her father with her. But, she was happy to hear that Spanky is now running and barking with all of the other dogs who have passed on. We've had a lot of talks about death lately, but she keeps asking if we're going to see him again. Sigh... :(
Even though Darla and Lucky are still with us, the house feels oddly empty. And quiet. It's not even like Spanky added that much extra noise to the house, but it feels like there is a hole with something missing. Lucky has caught Scott off guard a few times where she's popped out from behind a corner, and he thought she was Spanky. Double sigh.
Spanky's first day with Scott
So much love
And then there were two...Spanky was always watching Darla!
Spanky tolerated Darla cuddling in his bed
Fast forward many years...the gray has set in, and he is an old man
This was from last December - before his face swelled up and he became almost unrecognizable.