My Daughter rushed her old Staffie into the vets last night as he sort of collapsed, lphoned when she was at the vets sobbing her heart out. He had been going down hill for a few weeks but he has been under vet care ie pain killers for his arthritis etc and the vet recently found a lump that they were going to do some investigations into later this week. She had to leave him there and I had another call and she was distraught as she knew he would probably not make it. This morning she had a call from the vet that had seen him all his life and he advised that they Should go to the surgery to say goodby to him, hence another broken hearted phone call.
Covid precautions meant that Dave the vet carried Bisto to their truck, laid him on his blanket in his bed and allowed them, daughter, son in law and 13 year old grandson to say their goodbys, Dave administered the injection and Bisto passed with his family around him and the sun shining on him, it could have been worse but it is never pleasant or easy to say goodby to what is a member of the family, I’ll miss him as he was a character who we looked after whenever they went on holiday. what makes it worse for me is to hear my daughter so distressed and I could do nothing about it, I couldn’t even give her a dad hug, she may be I her late 30s but she’s still my little girl. RIP Bisto, I’ll miss you.