Ok so last thursday my dog of 15 years old took a turn for the worst.
He became ill around noon and by 7:12 he had passed away, we had to put him down at the vets. Laying in my lap he went calmly while licking my hand.
He was too big for a maltese, and had a too long body. His hind legs were too long and he was in that fact deformed and would never be allowed to participate. BUT. He loved my kids. Was up to anything we did, loved to spend time on my lap and when I felt sad or in pain, he would cuddle with me until I calmed down. For us, he was PERFECT.
His name was Matisse the Maltese, or short: The Ties.
He became ill around noon and by 7:12 he had passed away, we had to put him down at the vets. Laying in my lap he went calmly while licking my hand.
He was too big for a maltese, and had a too long body. His hind legs were too long and he was in that fact deformed and would never be allowed to participate. BUT. He loved my kids. Was up to anything we did, loved to spend time on my lap and when I felt sad or in pain, he would cuddle with me until I calmed down. For us, he was PERFECT.
His name was Matisse the Maltese, or short: The Ties.