Sugarland is the mini dachshund. Emma is the weimaraner.
My friend Lance helped their Emma over the rainbow bridge last week. She had stopped eating and started losing weight. Her bladder cancer and her hospice days had come to an end. She was a great dog he said, aren’t they all. God love her she eeked another year out of life and brought laughter to everyone around her. Rest in peace girl, give my regards to my little crowd.
From Emma’s Family
With incomprehensible sadness, we write to tell you of Emma’s passing. Over the past two weeks, she had really been struggling…eating very little, not moving around much, moaning in obvious discomfort. On Thursday, when she didn’t get off the couch or even lift her head to greet Janet, we knew she was telling us it was time. We couldn’t have even imagined how perfect a family “pet” (i.e: member) she was going to be – tolerant of all the hustle and bustle of kids and activity, happy to be just by our sides, loyal and loving…I know we will all miss her…we’ve just begun to speak about our happy memories and look at MANY pictures of her (see attached), one of God’s very special creatures, in our efforts to heal our broken hearts. We know she is at peace and in a happy place, and that is a good start…
Rip, Emma! Say hello to my little group up there, too. You were a beautiful girl, judging by your picture. Sugarland is adorable! I currently have three rescue Dachshunds, Kobi, Speedi, and Tobi, who are my very best friends… I love them dearly. So sorry for Lance’s loss…
As I am coming towards the end of one of my fur babies life I know the struggle, the constant is it time???? So I feel your sadness. Every day that my girl eats is a victory…. last night she had 3/4 of a lean pocket…and before you judge too quickly.. my girl is 17 and the vet and I agree anything that she eats is a victory. Every day I come home I still see my girl..she is still with me… although truth be told I wish the wish of all pet parents that she would pass in her sleep but rarely do we get that gift,…. we usually have to play God and I am not great at that. She gets up ever so slowly and waits for me to say… Theres my girl (she can no longer see so she finds me by voice) and there is the unmistakeable spark…. that pure joy that Mommy’s home!!!! I then bring her out..and watch and she oh so gingerly takes a few steps to do her business… and every day she seems a little lighter and a little stiffer and I know that it’s coming…. and as I sit here crying for yours and crying for what is to be with mine…. I know they were loved and that we will see them again. So my condolences on your loss….
Thank you Willa, for such a heartfelt and poignant portrayal of what we all know to be true. Your words will resonate with so many. Hang on girl, you’ll have all the help you need with this.