Although it has been many years since we've last communicated, I wanted to pass on the news to you that our beloved Whiskers was put to sleep last Monday, December 3.
We had the vet come to our home in the evening and while Bill and I held her in our arms she slipped off to a better place. Our hearts are broken and we have still not been able to accept that she is no longer in our lives. She
had a good life and was our little angel sent to us, from you, to bring us great joy during our 13 years together. Until the end, she was still alert mentally, but her body just gave out on her these last few weeks. She had battled cancer two times in the last five years and won, but her back legs stopped working and every pain medication we tried did not help. She hadn't been able to sleep up on the bed with us for almost a year. She was loved more than you can imagine.
As I stroked her our last night together, I gave a special thank you to you for your bringing her to us. Thank you Diana, for trusting your instincts and letting me take her at the fairgrounds that October day in 1988.
My children have known the love, loyalty and affection of a good dog. She was a part of our family and will always be in our hearts. I told Whiskers that her mother, Katie Jo, would be waiting for her in heaven and I like to think they are up there playing together -in no pain.
I hope you are all doing well. I wanted to make sure you knew how much we appreciated the gift of Whiskers.
Sincerely,
Jan Hales George
Thank you for your comforting words of experience. In our times together I never really thought about how painful your losses must be given that your furry friends only live a short time. You two are so brave to continue to attach to these lovely creatures time after time. I don't know how you
bear their passings. I've only had to do this once in my adult life. Yesterday I went out out to the garage to get
whisker's two beds that Bill had immediately taken outside after Whiskers died. It had been a week and I felt strong enough to face them and finally wash them. Before I put them both in the washing machine for a final wash, I just stood there and took deep breaths, smelling my sweet Whiskers. It was wierd how present she felt just inhaling her bedding. The dryer lint vent was overflowing with her hair when the cycle was complete and I couldn't throw it away. Instead I wanted to save it for a while.
