Today I put to sleep my best friend (after my spouse) - My
dog King.
King's birthday was the day after mine, and I got him in
'11. He would have been 13 in two months. Which is old for large German
Shepherd. Our last one I don't think made 12.
King was my first (and now last) dog. The dogs I've lived
with throughout my life were never mine.
They typically were either family dogs or someone else in the family. Now this
isn't to say I've never had pets, I've had several domestic cats and about a
half dozen 'wild' or 'exotic cats. Four of which were big cats. So I'm used to
animals.
But King was very much my
dog. German Shepherds are one person animals. Sure they'll get on with everyone
in the family, but the are very much one person's. I'd never had a dog before
that was truly 'mine' and so I decided I was going to get a 'large' old school
square-back GSD. I got him at 8 weeks of age, so he and I were together for 12
years and 8 months.
The last two years started getting hard. Mostly little
problems. The last year his hindquarters started giving him issues - this is a
sign of age in all quadrupeds. It has nothing to do with breeding. He lost a
lot of weight in the last six months and started having appetite issues about a
year ago. We'd resorted to a series of 'bribes' to get him to eat. For about
the last month I was hand feeding him his meals, because he just couldn't eat
standing up.
Through all of this he was happy, he was alert, he was
engaged. He could get around, though not well. As long as he was happy, I was
fine with things.
Yesterday he lost the ability to walk. It wasn't 100
percent, just 99. Trying to get up and failing would make him so tired he
wouldn't try again. Now he'd been having problems for the last two weeks, but
only rarely and if I grabbed him and steadied him or lifted his rump, he'd
recover and be fine. But yesterday you had to hold his hindquarters off the
ground and 'wheel-barrow' him. Which for a 100 lb dog, isn't easy.
He'd also been waking me up at night for weeks now. The last
couple of nights I was up with him most of the night. Last night, I was up with
him all night long. Not being able to get up was hard on him, and he was no
longer happy and I think he was starting to hurt as well. So today I took him
to the vet and said goodbye.
We buried him when we got home. His grave is next to that of
my cat that died about 3 years ago. He's in pretty deep, and there are heavy
stones on top of the grave. But it's also inside the fence, so the coyotes
shouldn't cause any issues.
But still, it's been a rough few weeks and a very rough day.
I started my independent writing career in March of '11. I got King (Full name:
King of Rancho Cordova - yes he was a registered pure breed) in July of '11. He
was there when I decided to go full time and he's been there throughout my
entire career.
And now he's gone.
I will miss him.