In typical Basenji fashion, Blaze decided when he wanted to go. I knew he was deteriorating. Saturday, he didn't eat. Sunday he didn't eat and started acting strange. Monday, he was so confused, disorientated, etc. and still didn't eat. We had a vet appointment booked for 5:15 pm on Tuesday, so that both myself and husband could go and be with him.
He passed during the work day. I found him curled up in his kennel, like he was sleeping, but he wasn't.
Husband came home immediately. We put Blaze, in his kennel, into my Jeep, and drove out to the farm.
By the time we got out there, my inlaws had a hole dug in their pet cemetery, and a beautiful pine box made, with Blaze burned into the top.
It was better this way. If we had it done at the Vet's, they would take the body to cremate it and only release it if you have other arraingments made through another pet facility. This way he's buried where I can visit him and where he was allowed to run free.
I know he had a fabulous life for all of his 16 years with me, he's eaten and destroyed a lot of stuff, been a lot of places, and had a lot of publicity…
I miss him dearly, his groans of contentment, his clicking claws, is wanting whines when we pass the sausage factory... It's hard to understand why he's gone when he was so full of life last week, but then it's easy to recognize that it was his time, he chose it.
I love you