Hi folks.
Just wanted to let y'all know that my beloved Dixie Chick (see my avatar) is no longer with us. Well, not physically. She'll always be in my heart, that's for sure, but I had to put her down a couple weeks ago.
She was quite old for a large dog-- at least 14, and possibly 15. I was never certain of her exact age since she was still young but fully grown when I adopted her (rescued from abusive owner). Anyway, she had developed arthritis and despite medication was probably in a lot of pain. She'd gone almost completely deaf and in the last 2 or 3 weeks was starting to lose bladder control.
It was time to go.
She's been in my life 13 years and was absolutely my best friend. I am not exaggerating when I say she saved my life-- more than once. She was with me throughout my worst alcoholism, opioid addiction, and bouts of severe depression-- and in my depths of despair she was the only reason I did not commit suicide. And while I was recovering from those things, she gave me unconditional love, encouragement, and boundless joy, making my life not only worth living but something to cherish.
As a puppy she knew nothing but abuse. But for those 13 years afterward, she was absolutely adored and was the sweetest, friendliest, happiest dog I've ever known.