Annie the Scottish Terrier was a rescue. We got her as a one-year-old in 2005 from a rescue group here in the Dallas area after she'd been found wandering the streets in Little Rock. She was wild at first after having to fend for herself, but was smart as a whip and with a lot of training, she turned into a great dog. We thought she had potential as a therapy dog, and she passed the 14-stage Therapy Dogs International test the very first time.
We got a second rescue Scottie a year later and named him Troon, after Royal Troon Golf Club. Jet black Annie and nearly snow white Troon were quite a pair.
Last fall, Annie started feeling her 14 years. She was having rear leg problems and wasn't able to run and chase squirrels like she used to.
On the morning of MLK day last week, she had a stroke. We got her to the vet, and they felt that the stroke was mild enough that she might recover enough to have fairly good function and a good quality of life. They gave her a huge injection and steroid pills.
But after a week, she was still struggling to walk and kept falling over. Worse---and more telling---there was no return of any spark or real level of activity other than eating, and she needed assistance from us to go outside. The vet looked at videos we'd taken, asked several questions, and at that point concluded that prospects of any real improvement were slim and none.
Yesterday morning, my wife and I made the hard decision. Annie was a shadow of what she had been, and would not have wanted to live a miserable existence.
This afternoon, I was able to get off work early so Pam and I could go to the vet together. We took Troon along because we'd been told by friends and trainers that it would help him understand that Annie wasn't coming home. We know that eventually Troon will pass as well, but for now he's doing well---heart failure meds and all.
She was such a good girl. See you at the Rainbow Bridge, Annie.
Annie sounds like a special girl. I sorry you had to make this decision, it’s one of the worst feelings I’ve ever had. Thanks for being the kind of person who would take in a rescue.
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Annie sounded like a wonderful friend. I'm sure Fritz, Mickey and Lucky will welcome her with wagging tails. She will be in good company.
If you're goin' through hell, keep on going. Don't slow down. If you're scared don't show it. You might get out before the devil even knows you're there.
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"America is at that awkward stage. It's too late to work within the system,,,, but too early to shoot the bastards." -- Claire Wolfe "If we let things terrify us, life will not be worth living." -- Seneca the Younger, Roman Stoic philosopher
It's never easy. I have wonderful memories of Daisy, Mac, Barney, Willie, Molly and Skip.
While they're gone, but certainly not forgotten, I enjoy the company of Bailey and Murphy.
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So sorry to hear of Annie’s passing. While it definitely hurts, it sounds like you did right by her, from the beginning until the very end. Rest In Peace, Annie.
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