I tend to have a strong imagination's and I have lived through Ceil's death so many times in so many ways. Most of the time, he ended up dying alone with me at work or sleeping so somewhere where I could not be with him.
The reality was so much better. He had had a crisis three weeks ago and I knew the end was near but he seemed stable at his new lower level of life. He had been restless on Monday night and he would go into various rooms and lay down. Early in the evening, my friend Janet and I discussed how you would know it was time to put your dog down and it came down (as it always does) to the statement that the dog would tell you.
Within an two hours of that call, Ceil got up to go outside. I heard an odd noise and went outside to find him stuck on the steps down. I helped him down and he collapsed on the grass. There was this look on face and I could feel that he knew it was time. I tried to help in into the garage and the van but could not manage 85 pounds of almost dead weight. My neighbor helped and we got him on a quilt and into the van.
I called the vet who was about to close (it was almost 10PM) and they agreed to wait for us.
Ceil never moved in the van and the end was quick and easy. I called upon my Aunt Ceil to come and walk him to the rainbow bridge and take care of him. My Ceil honored her name for 12.5 years and I will never forget either of them.
I only wish I had the courage, strength and acceptance of my Ceil.
January 29, 1999 - June 13, 2011