Some of you may have already seen this on the German Shepherd Dog Community Group on Facebook, but here goes. My baby went by many names - Cowboy, Malloy, The Doctor, Doc... and had DM, Hip Dysplasia and by January, Spondylosis was spreading and his hip was severely eroded. We wrestled with the idea of a wheelchair but he was going downhill so quickly. Finally his kidneys were losing function and he was unable to hold himself in a sitting position for very long anymore and sometimes cried when I brushed him. He has not been able to control his poo or pee for months now and we took him out every couple of hours to express and stimulate his urine and bowel. Finally, always a voracious eater, he no longer wanted to eat his meals. That really did it for me and we helped him cross the proverbial bridge last night.
Somewhere on this board, someone had posted asking if anyone dreamed about their dogs after passing. I had an incredible dream last night:
Last night, during the few hours that I slept, I had a dream. In my dream, Cowboy was still with me everywhere I went and while I was leaning over hugging him, laying my head against his big ruff, breathing in his wonderful smell, a girl said "hey what are you doing?" and I realized instantly, "oh, you can't see him?" and he disappeared from my arms. In this same dream, I woke up crying and Jane, our senior beagle, walked across the bed almost cat-like and actually talked to me. The part I remember was when she said "the more you believe in him, the stronger he will be" and then it all made sense. I realized then, that each time I saw him, he had been growing younger, wiggling around, walking, even jumping up a little to lick my face, and it was a comfort.
I woke up bawling and hugged Jane until she began to protest, thanking her. I know this sounds crazy, but I'm just a wreck.