Ten years is far too short a time to enjoy the company of such a lovely, cuddly, outgoing Basenji as our beloved Chezz.
It kind of took my breath away when she still seemed to be fit(ish) but our very respected vet told me on the Monday that a decision would have to be made sooner rather than later. I have NEVER been told by a Vet to think about euthansia. . . I was really shaken.
But she had a mast cell tumor which throws up inflammatory histamines and her body was one solid rash of bright red. Aloe Vera didn't help - the cause was not superficial, it was a deep m.c. tumor.
By the Friday it became clear there was only one course of action, so I made the call and grabbed a spade.
She died in my arms, Ian did a beautiful job and she just faded away and now she lies between Ziggy and Deedles at the far end of the wild-flower meadow.
Trouble was a tad concerned at first to have lost her Mom but Hoover is lapping up the extra attention.
Marvin will make a head-stone shortly.