Sometimes in life you get to experience a real goodbye, a goodbye that lasts forever.
Rudy is our first dog and he is still holding up well after 8 years, but Rudy is not the only dog we have had.
4 years ago I bought a puppy. The litter was a very exciting combination, and after much thought I couldn't let the chance to buy the puppy go to waste.
In her short life, we went through many challenges, marked by a poor upbringing, cruciate ligament injuries and her hereditary genes. We thought about the situation for a long time, and even though we knew where it was going, we kept postponing the part where the decision had to be made.
The turning point came when she no longer felt comfortable in her own body, which was clearly due to pain, anxiety, and insecurity, which manifested itself in direct, aggressive behavior.
Making the decision to euthanize your dog is without a doubt one of the most heartbreaking choices I have ever faced. It is a journey through a maze of emotions, ethical and practical considerations, where every step feels heavy with the weight of responsibility and love.
The day came, and we surrounded her with love as the vet gave her the final injection. Those final moments, as her breathing slowed and her heartbeat faltered, brought a deep sense of relief to me.
Now she was free from pain, her spirit was free from the aggressive mind and the failing body, but now we were also free from being burdened by nervousness about her behavior, which could snap in a split second.
After a long time, I still struggle with the doubt and guilt in my heart.
Did we give up too soon?
Should we have explored every possible treatment, regardless of cost and effectiveness?
Fortunately, I always regain peace of mind when I evaluate her progress, and I agree with myself time and time again that it was the right decision.
I think about her and still miss her - every single day.
It's often that we at home mention "Oh, how she would have loved this", and there are generally just many things in our everyday lives that remind us of her. We have tried to put all the bad situations behind us, and only think of her in a positive spirit.
I'm convinced that she often looks down on us with her beautiful green eyes.
I think she is grateful for our decision, and when Rudy's mission here on earth is complete one day in the far future, I'm sure they will have the most amazing reunion.
To ease my mind about the day I lost them both, I picture them running around freely, tails wagging in boundless joy as they rediscover each other's presence, and there's no holding back with kisses and treats behind the ears – because that was their way of showing love for each other.
Bloggers of the week
This blog post is written by Mie Eriksson, who is the lucky owner of a beautiful Old English Bulldog named Rudy. Together with Mie's son, Ludwig, they are active on Instagram with the profile @erikssons_boys
A far too early farewell!
Sometimes in life you get to experience a real goodbye, a goodbye that lasts forever.
Rudy is our first dog and he is still holding up well after 8 years, but Rudy is not the only dog we have had.
4 years ago I bought a puppy. The litter was a very exciting combination, and after much thought I couldn't let the chance to buy the puppy go to waste.
In her short life, we went through many challenges, marked by a poor upbringing, cruciate ligament injuries and her hereditary genes. We thought about the situation for a long time, and even though we knew where it was going, we kept postponing the part where the decision had to be made.
The turning point came when she no longer felt comfortable in her own body, which was clearly due to pain, anxiety, and insecurity, which manifested itself in direct, aggressive behavior.
Making the decision to euthanize your dog is without a doubt one of the most heartbreaking choices I have ever faced. It is a journey through a maze of emotions, ethical and practical considerations, where every step feels heavy with the weight of responsibility and love.
The day came, and we surrounded her with love as the vet gave her the final injection. Those final moments, as her breathing slowed and her heartbeat faltered, brought a deep sense of relief to me.
Now she was free from pain, her spirit was free from the aggressive mind and the failing body, but now we were also free from being burdened by nervousness about her behavior, which could snap in a split second.
After a long time, I still struggle with the doubt and guilt in my heart.
Did we give up too soon?
Should we have explored every possible treatment, regardless of cost and effectiveness?
Fortunately, I always regain peace of mind when I evaluate her progress, and I agree with myself time and time again that it was the right decision.
I think about her and still miss her - every single day.
It's often that we at home mention "Oh, how she would have loved this", and there are generally just many things in our everyday lives that remind us of her. We have tried to put all the bad situations behind us, and only think of her in a positive spirit.
I'm convinced that she often looks down on us with her beautiful green eyes.
I think she is grateful for our decision, and when Rudy's mission here on earth is complete one day in the far future, I'm sure they will have the most amazing reunion.
To ease my mind about the day I lost them both, I picture them running around freely, tails wagging in boundless joy as they rediscover each other's presence, and there's no holding back with kisses and treats behind the ears – because that was their way of showing love for each other.
Bloggers of the week
This blog post is written by Mie Eriksson, who is the lucky owner of a beautiful Old English Bulldog named Rudy. Together with Mie's son, Ludwig, they are active on Instagram with the profile @erikssons_boys