Hello, thanks to you all for the messages.
It's just over a week since Milly went and I still keep expecting her to swoop in and pinch my slippers every time I take them off. Charlie keeps going to her basket under the stairs and staring into it as though he thinks she might be there
The vet was so, so, nice with her, (which made even my OH cry). He sedated her first and she was sleeping peacefully when she went. While she was sedated, he had a quick feel around her liver and said that she had a huge tumour. They couldn't have operated on it because her heart wouldn't take the anaesthetic.
We had her for almost exactly 5 years, she was an ex breeding bitch from Many Tears. She was as mad as a box of frogs, but I loved her so! She was always happy - even when I told her off, (half-heartedly), she'd stand there wagging her tail at me and smiling! She never really understood the idea of going for a walk, she was quite happy to take herself off home if she thought she knew the way and you gave her her lead too early!
She always liked to carry her own lead on the beach and would spot people, (prospective new owners, we called them), and go and round them up if she liked the look of them
Although she had a bad start on a puppy farm, she gave so much love and was always so happy and desperate to please. I know she had her funny little foibles, that I tried to understand, over the years - but, on the whole, she gave back far more than she took from me.
I think what I'm trying to say is that, if any of you are considering adopting an ex-puppy farm breeding dog, please, please do. She/he will give you sooooo much love and trust, for as long as you are lucky enough to have them. They take time to come out of their shells, but once they do, you have a friend for life. Milly loved me implicitly and it was as if she was eternally grateful to me for taking her on
Hope you understand all this?
