Thursday, March 24, 2011
Saying Goodbye to a Furry Friend
Most people think of miniature dachshunds as lazy house dogs that bark too much. However, they were originally bred to hunt badgers, rabbits and other burrowing animals. Living in the country, she became the little dog that could. Our pointer and Izzy would tag team rabbits like no one had ever seen... to the point that the rabbits were almost extinct around our house. I can’t count the number of times she came home, covered from head to tail in dried mud, thousands of scratches from getting into scrapes with animals much larger than her miniature 13 lb frame. Her spirit was always bigger than her body, even up until the very end.
I came home from work Wednesday evening to find the lower half of her body paralyzed. We were initially sent to a special emergency vet clinic about an hour from home. Eventually we ended up in Manhattan, KS at the KSU Veterinary Medical Teaching Hospital, where after several hours and multiple examinations, we had no choice but to put an end to her misery.
The hardest part for me is that my 13 month old daughter and this dog have been practically inseparable. Emma would scream at her, chase her, pull her ears, lay on top of her and Izzy would eat it up and beg for more. One of my last photos is of the two of them on the living room floor, cuddled on a big pillow, watching cartoons together. For my own selfish reasons, I’m thankful Emma is only 13 months old. I can’t fathom trying to explain the situation to her. I’m having a hard enough time keeping my composure as I type this.