I got some terrible news today. I had noticed some alarming signs in my dog Kinsey and took her to the vet this morning to see what was going on. The vet says her kidneys are giving out; her creatinine level is sky-high. She’s lost ten pounds since her senior wellness visit in July (she weighed about 60 pounds then, so this is a really huge loss) and the vet reckons it’s because she feels really awful and not much like eating her kibble. Though she still begs for people food.
My husband and I have decided to say goodbye to her on Friday. I know this is the right decision for Kinsey: she’s old, she’s tired, she’s sick and she’s not going to get better. But we are absolutely broken-hearted about it. She is such a great dog and has really been a blessing to me in particular; having her depending on me has often helped me when I’m feeling really depressed and useless.
Until Friday we are going to love her and spoil her like never before. Fluffle her ears, scritch her chest, snuggles, and all the people food and puppy treats she wants to eat. We’re going to make her a nice steak. And just before her final car ride, we’re going to give her chocolate.
Kinsey would have been seventeen in November. I know since she’s been with us she’s had a very good life, much better than before. I know she knows we love her. But saying goodbye is so hard.
So I might go quiet for a few days.