We had to put the old girl down on Friday. There are several euphemisms for animal euthanasia: to put down; to put to sleep; or crudely said, "to give them the needle".
She was my mom's last animal companion. Misty, the poodle, had reached the ripe old age of seventeen. She was a mess for the last few months: blind, mostly paralyzed, and light as a bird from near inability to eat. We really waited a little too long. She hadn't been mentally present for quite a while. She just breathed. That's about it.
This is the second one of these things in which I've had to participate. It's one of the hardest aspects of being the human in the relationship. In both instances, the veterinarian and his practice were golden. They give you all the help and time you need. They offer lots of sympathy and information, but the one thing they cannot do is to say "when" or "now". You have to say it.
This is one instance in which you're allowed to flee the vet without settling the bill. They'll bill ya. I always find that a little funny. They'll even let you out the side door if you're not up to a walk back through the lobby.
Whew! What a relief that it's over.
I often called Misty and her long-deceased sister "The Cyberpoodles" because their images were some of the first I ever sent across the Internet. My first GeoCities webpage was called "cyberpoodle" in her and her sister's honor. We all went way back.
My mom is OK, I'm OK, Misty is released and better off.
Image #1: The old girl a couple of years ago on grooming day. She was already 15 then.
Image #2: Sending her unused/sealed meds to the animal shelter. We had leftover flea and heartworm pills. The shelter can use them.