Saying Good-Bye to Our Sweet Girl

On Saturday afternoon, our Dear Angel, our loving rescue doggy, passed over the Rainbow Bridge and joined all our loved dogs who passed before her. It was a very sad, but very kind and comforting time, as the vet, from Gentle Farewells, came to my daughter’s home to complete the procedure.

 

It was a sad but solemn occasion, knowing that she did not die alone. Nor, as we witnessed, was she in pain at the end. Instead it was a very compassionate and comforting scene.

Surrounding her at the end were my daughter and son-in-law, my grandson and granddaughter, their Babci and me, and my daughter's two other rescues, Noel and Daisy.

It took about an hour, but it was much more gentle than in a sterile, dispassionate veterinarian’s clinic. We watched as she slowly fell asleep, was given an additional sedative and finally, the drug.

For a fifteen-year-old-plus white shepherd, until just a few days ago, she was spry and lively. But suddenly, on Tuesday, she seemed to pace more than normal. And each day since, it was more evident.

Friday night, we finally knew it was time and my daughter found this person via a recommendation from a friend, who came and assisted us in the process. When she was done, we thanked her for her kindness and compassion.

I share this with you as part of grieving, not to look for your pity, but rather, to let you know there is a more humane way than going to the clinic and bring her home. Instead, she was already here and we carried her out to the pre-dug grave.

In the coming days, the ground will settle. We will place some stones and a marker or headstone with her name, and be able to visit her each day.

Rest In Peace, Angel, you will always be loved, remembered, and spoken about with the gentleness she gave us every day. Amen.