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Our poodle is going to be 17 years old this November. She’s been a good pet, sweet and calm through most of her life. She started having seizures about a year ago, and now has them on average about once a month. The vet said it’s possible she has a brain tumor, since her kidneys and liver are stable, although seizures appear to be idiopathic in poodles. So we do our best to maintain her. At night, we’ve started confining her to the kitchen, because she’ll often do her business on the floor. Sometimes she wanders around aimlessly, looking lost. We realize a difficult choice is coming our way, but as long as she can walk, sleeps peacefully, and can still figure out what to do on the grass, we’re holding our own. It’s sad because the old lady dog reminds me of elderly people and how we can’t see well, can’t hear, and stumble about in confusion when we get old. So how is it we put pets away but not people? Where do we draw the line at mercy killings? I know I’ll have guilt when we finally do the deed, unless our dear poodle is in so much pain that it’s a relief or she’s totally out of it. Our vet says it’s a decision based on quality of life. Perhaps so, but it’s still sad when we have to help our pet along the path to doggie heaven.
Watch for my interview on Terry’s Place on Tuesday.
Five times? Ouch, that must hurt. You must really love your animals to keep going through the same grief.
Thanks, Kerri. Our poodle is still at home where she's comfortable.