Last week, I had to make the decision to let my elderly Italian Greyhound, Zelda, go. She was almost 15 years old, and had been going downhill. She was my son's dog, that he got when he was 9 years old. She was named after the video game.
Zellie was a character! When she was young she loved to fetch, and had the most amazingly fast "tuck" sit you'd ever seen. She started going blind when she was 3 years old, from PRA (progressive retinal atrophy). I knew it was a possibility that she would have PRA when I adopted her as a young puppy from the IGCA Rescue. Her mother had been confiscated in a puppy mill raid, was pregnant and blind from PRA. Don't even get me started on puppymillers... ( you can read the account of the puppy mill raid here.)
Zelda loved cats, and had been the "cat nanny" for my Siamese cat, Mimi. Since Zelda has been gone, Mimi cries for her. I've already contacted my cat breeder, and I am getting a Siamese kitten in 2 weeks. Poor Mimi. She misses her dog "sister".
It's seems so odd to have Zellie gone. She was the last of my little pack of Italian Greyhounds...