It was two weeks ago today I had to have one of my Greyhounds put down.
No Joke Shakira was an Irish ex-racer who we adopted when she was 4 years old so our other ex-racer, Tullyvin Judge, could have a fiend and some company.
About a month ago she started limping, checked her paws and they seemed ok so I left it to the next day to see if she was any different. Next morning she was worse so I too her to the vet for an X-ray. Anyone who knows greyhounds will know they are very soft and very sensitive, so I didnt expect anything to be wrong with her. After the vet looked at the X-ray he said there was no cancer, no arthritis, no broken bones, he gave her an anti-inflammatory injection and a course of glucosamine tablets.
Her limp seemed to ease off over the next few days, to the point that she was almost walking normally so I thought it she was better.
The day after she finished her tablets I came down in the morning to let them both into the garden to have a wee - Tully jumped up and ran outside, Shakira tried to get up but the minute she tried to move her leg she collapsed and started screaming - I ran to the car to put the back seats down and when I ran back in to pick her up and take her to the car she'd wet her bed because of the pain. The vet said it was nerve damage and that nothing could be done, and as she lay on his table howling in pain I held her and I cried.
I could tell the drug was working because her cries turned to whimpers and her breathing slowed right down and then it was the end.
I miss her and Tully misses her too, and tomorrow were going to the rehoming centre to look for new friend to keep us company on our walks.
It's terrible when they pass, but they have short lives. It's upto us to make sure those lives are the best they can be. A life without dogs would feel empty.