I was thinking about buying a new dog as its been around 5 years since I owned my last.
Unfortunately, the one thing that stops me and has stopped me for the last year or so was the circumstances in which my last dog, Shelly, died.
She must have been around 12 years old, and I was downstairs in the living room and she was hovering around me, I remember her breathing sounding hoarse but I thought it was just a fur ball. I gave her some water and went upstairs to use the computer.
As I was on the computer I heard an almighty yelp, but it sounded like it came from outside and I though no more of it. I maybe considered for a slight second that it could be Shelly but dismissed it as paranoia, but looking back perhaps it was just denial, in the same way I thought the yelp came from outside.
30 mins later my mum returned with her friend and I heard a commotion downstairs, then I knew what it was, as I went downstairs I thought Shelly had maybe had a fit or something, as she had passed out once or twice before(my mum hadnt mentioned it as she didnt want me to worry). But, she was dead....
I went upstairs and cried a little, I was upset(obviouusly) but appreciated that she had lived a good few years, maybe even longer than 12 years as we didnt get her as a pup so its possible she was 13-14, which is a decent dog age. She was loving and had been well loved by the entire family although she was always "my dog". I didnt think about it till after her death but despite her age, in the morning I would always call her by saying "c'mon puppy", even though in dog years she was about 50.
Anyway..
I went downstairs and was speaking about it with my mum, and she told me that when she came home Shelly was still alive, so she didnt pass away until someone was there with her. Thats what really got me, there was a 30 minute gap from the yelp till my mum returned, and Shelly was alive all that time, perhaps waiting for me to go see her.
I couldnt even speak, I went back upstairs and was distraught, apologising to Shelly over and over again for not being there.
I know I couldnt possibly have known but im still racked with guilt. Even now 5 years on im still almost in tears, perhaps it isnt time for another dog yet.
I like to remember her but its difficult as the memories invariably lead to thinking about her death, and maybe that part of the problem, I havent fully let go or stopped kicking myself yet.
In all honesty as I cant speak about it without choking up this is the first time ive mentioned it since around the time it happened.
So while I miss the loyalty and companionship, I dont think I could go through that heart ache again.
Unfortunately, the one thing that stops me and has stopped me for the last year or so was the circumstances in which my last dog, Shelly, died.
She must have been around 12 years old, and I was downstairs in the living room and she was hovering around me, I remember her breathing sounding hoarse but I thought it was just a fur ball. I gave her some water and went upstairs to use the computer.
As I was on the computer I heard an almighty yelp, but it sounded like it came from outside and I though no more of it. I maybe considered for a slight second that it could be Shelly but dismissed it as paranoia, but looking back perhaps it was just denial, in the same way I thought the yelp came from outside.
30 mins later my mum returned with her friend and I heard a commotion downstairs, then I knew what it was, as I went downstairs I thought Shelly had maybe had a fit or something, as she had passed out once or twice before(my mum hadnt mentioned it as she didnt want me to worry). But, she was dead....
I went upstairs and cried a little, I was upset(obviouusly) but appreciated that she had lived a good few years, maybe even longer than 12 years as we didnt get her as a pup so its possible she was 13-14, which is a decent dog age. She was loving and had been well loved by the entire family although she was always "my dog". I didnt think about it till after her death but despite her age, in the morning I would always call her by saying "c'mon puppy", even though in dog years she was about 50.
Anyway..
I went downstairs and was speaking about it with my mum, and she told me that when she came home Shelly was still alive, so she didnt pass away until someone was there with her. Thats what really got me, there was a 30 minute gap from the yelp till my mum returned, and Shelly was alive all that time, perhaps waiting for me to go see her.
I couldnt even speak, I went back upstairs and was distraught, apologising to Shelly over and over again for not being there.
I know I couldnt possibly have known but im still racked with guilt. Even now 5 years on im still almost in tears, perhaps it isnt time for another dog yet.
I like to remember her but its difficult as the memories invariably lead to thinking about her death, and maybe that part of the problem, I havent fully let go or stopped kicking myself yet.
In all honesty as I cant speak about it without choking up this is the first time ive mentioned it since around the time it happened.
So while I miss the loyalty and companionship, I dont think I could go through that heart ache again.