This is Faith’s mum, Cath here. Since Faith had a tummy upset a few weeks ago she just hadn’t been right. A bit off her food. No longer wanting to sleep on the bed at our feet – she’d get up for a pat, then get down and roam the house during the night. Playing with her toys briefly, then lying down again.
Part of the problem was, having gone off her food, it was hard to get her medications down her. At 9 pills a day, forcing her to take them wasn’t an option. She used to like cream cheese but got sick of it. Then pate until this most recent tummy upset. Since then we’d had some luck with fancy cat treat paste but even then she was often only getting some of her meds. The more doses she missed, the worse she felt, the less likely she was to eat.
Earlier this week she asked to get up on Tony’s knee a number of times and stayed for a few minutes, which is rare – she’s never been a cuddly dog in that sense.
On Monday she refused dinner and therefor meds, and I woke in the night and could hear her roaming the house endlessly. I let her outside and she was gone ages, and when she came back she wouldn’t settle. She roamed endlessly all night. She refused her breakfast and just wasn’t right. I rang the vet and got an afternoon appointment.
New Zealand is in total lockdown so we had to explain to the vet in the carpark what was happening and he took her in to examine. Basically nothing new was wrong, but her heart failure and Cushing’s disease were slowly getting out of control because of the medications being missed. We felt she was sick of it, sick of the doctored food, and ready to go. The vet agreed and we made the decision to put her to sleep. We couldn’t even go with her, but she was used to the vets. He came back out and said she’d gone very peacefully to sleep.
We’ve had a lot of dogs over the years and, at 14, Faith outlived them all by a good margin. I’ve loved all my dogs but Faith was the baby I never had. I am pleased we were able to give her a good quality of life for so long, and able to let her go rather than living a poor-quality life. I know Mum will have greeted her on the other side. We loved you Faith; thank you for being the best pup we could have wished for.