As many of you are aware on this website my wife and I have had the honour and privilege of sharing our lives with a Westie by the name of Buster, for the last 16 and a half years.
He has been a constant pleasure and devoted member of our family.
Unfortunately old age caught up with him and he became deaf and his eyesight was none too clever. He found it increasingly difficult to get around ( don't we all )and just just before Christmas he began to have little "accidents" and we could tell that it was worrying him, more than it worried us.
We made sure that Christmas was as quiet as we could make it , as he began to panic if faced with too many people. Christmas day he began to tremble uncontrolably and spent most of the day being nursed by either myself of Hilary.
Boxing day he began to have breathing problems and we knew the end was near.
Next day we took him to the Vets, who did a full examination and came to the conclusion that time had, in fact, caught up with him.
We then had to make the most difficult decision in our whole lives.
Deep down we knew there was only one answer and we tried to "find" excuses why we should put it off. Eventually we agreed that we were prolonging the agony for "our sake" and not being fair to Buster.
We agreed it was "time" and he was peacefully put to sleep.
It was hard for me but it was twice as hard for my wife as he was her very first pet.
I can't get my head around it and its taken me this long to put my feelings into words.
To all you people out there with pets, please love them as much as they love you.
He has been a constant pleasure and devoted member of our family.
Unfortunately old age caught up with him and he became deaf and his eyesight was none too clever. He found it increasingly difficult to get around ( don't we all )and just just before Christmas he began to have little "accidents" and we could tell that it was worrying him, more than it worried us.
We made sure that Christmas was as quiet as we could make it , as he began to panic if faced with too many people. Christmas day he began to tremble uncontrolably and spent most of the day being nursed by either myself of Hilary.
Boxing day he began to have breathing problems and we knew the end was near.
Next day we took him to the Vets, who did a full examination and came to the conclusion that time had, in fact, caught up with him.
We then had to make the most difficult decision in our whole lives.
Deep down we knew there was only one answer and we tried to "find" excuses why we should put it off. Eventually we agreed that we were prolonging the agony for "our sake" and not being fair to Buster.
We agreed it was "time" and he was peacefully put to sleep.
It was hard for me but it was twice as hard for my wife as he was her very first pet.
I can't get my head around it and its taken me this long to put my feelings into words.
To all you people out there with pets, please love them as much as they love you.
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