It was no coincidence that my friend sent me a copy of Rescuing Sprite. He knew how much I loved my faithful pooch Lucy, and felt I might gain some comfort in reading it. Iâ€™m sorry to say that Lucy had to be put to sleep last night. She suffered a stroke, became very disoriented, could barely walk, kept turning in circles, and threw up her dinner. I recognized many of the symptoms from what you described of Sprite. In spite of having shaking or collapsing legs, Lucyâ€™s only rest came when I took her for her last ride.
I took a longer route to the vet clinic, just to have some final time with her. She was the calmest she had been all evening. She had heartworm when we rescued her nearly fourteen years ago, surviving two arsenic treatments. She later survived a poisoning after eating something toxic in my back yard. She has given so much love over the years, and itâ€™s been agonizing watching her body deteriorate.
In spite of being nearly blind and deaf, she kept giving her all every day of her life. I will miss her deeply, but I am glad this happened while I was home, and especially glad that I have some time off before I have to go back to work.
Dogs give unconditional love, and Lucy was especially attached to me. She was my shadow and my muse. I intentionally selected an authorâ€™s photo of Lucy and me for my latest novel, Diabloâ€™s Shadow, because I knew her end was near. Ironically, my blog post for yesterday was on life after death. Perhaps there is some coincidence that her passing came right when my book was released.
I have grieved over her, and still canâ€™t believe sheâ€™s not there when I come in the house. But I also know I had no choice. She no longer recognized me, and I couldnâ€™t let her suffer. Putting her down was the most humane thing I could do.
God has gained another friend, and I am glad to share Lucy with Him. She could be a pain at times, but she was also the best dog Iâ€™ve ever had. In your book, you wondered if anyone would gain anything from it. Rest assured; I did.
Sincerely, Mark W. Danielson