The start of my amazing life as a dog owner has been really rough. Despite only being a dog owner for just over 9 years, I have already said goodbye to two absolutely amazing dogs.
My first dog Pixie was the happiest little playmate. She stole everyone's hearts. She was so pretty, a real little white furball. Unfortunately, the happiness was short-lived. Just a few months after I brought her home, my happy little owl started to get sick. A long course of investigation later, she was diagnosed with myasthenia gravis and at the age of just 11 months I had to kiss my little darling goodnight.
I was deeply unhappy. It had been a tough year with Pixie, and I didn't know if I had the courage for a new dog, but despite the immense sadness, the longing for a new little friend was still great.
About 1 year later little Ziga moved in - a real little princess diva. I started puppy training, later agility. We started our first competition together. I was really starting to find the joy of having a dog again.
So much so that I decided to get another one. And the bandit Balto moved in.
Ziga was now 2 years old and should be a healthy young dog, full of energy. Unfortunately, she started to get extremely tired, had no energy and slept a lot. We went to the vet, where he found that she had a heart defect. We gave her medicine to keep the symptoms down.
When she was 4 years old, things started to go really downhill. My little princess couldn't take it anymore. She couldn't take it anymore. She was tired and slept all the time. Once again, I had to make the hardest decision in the world, but the right one for her.
Today I can laugh about our fun experiences together. Smile over the many wonderful memories, but it has taken time. A really long time to move on.
For some people, it's just a dog. But for those of us who share life with these beloved creatures, it's far more than "just a dog."
I hope and pray that I never have to say goodbye to a young dog again, but the fear of losing will probably always be there.
Losing is the absolute most expensive price you pay for being a dog owner.
But I will never be without the love and experiences that only a dog can give.
About the blogger
My name is Mette, I am the happy owner of 2 beautiful dogs. Balto, who is a 6-year-old Coton de Tulear, and Lucky, who is a Shetland Sheepdog, who is just under 2 years old.
I am super active with my dogs, spending many hours training and on the competition tracks.
As a child I had very bad selective mutism. But thanks to the dogs I have moved on with life and my fear of speaking.
The fear of losing
The start of my amazing life as a dog owner has been really rough. Despite only being a dog owner for just over 9 years, I have already said goodbye to two absolutely amazing dogs.
My first dog Pixie was the happiest little playmate. She stole everyone's hearts. She was so pretty, a real little white furball. Unfortunately, the happiness was short-lived. Just a few months after I brought her home, my happy little owl started to get sick. A long course of investigation later, she was diagnosed with myasthenia gravis and at the age of just 11 months I had to kiss my little darling goodnight.
I was deeply unhappy. It had been a tough year with Pixie, and I didn't know if I had the courage for a new dog, but despite the immense sadness, the longing for a new little friend was still great.
About 1 year later little Ziga moved in - a real little princess diva. I started puppy training, later agility. We started our first competition together. I was really starting to find the joy of having a dog again.
So much so that I decided to get another one. And the bandit Balto moved in.
Ziga was now 2 years old and should be a healthy young dog, full of energy. Unfortunately, she started to get extremely tired, had no energy and slept a lot. We went to the vet, where he found that she had a heart defect. We gave her medicine to keep the symptoms down.
When she was 4 years old, things started to go really downhill. My little princess couldn't take it anymore. She couldn't take it anymore. She was tired and slept all the time. Once again, I had to make the hardest decision in the world, but the right one for her.
Today I can laugh about our fun experiences together. Smile over the many wonderful memories, but it has taken time. A really long time to move on.
For some people, it's just a dog. But for those of us who share life with these beloved creatures, it's far more than "just a dog."
I hope and pray that I never have to say goodbye to a young dog again, but the fear of losing will probably always be there.
Losing is the absolute most expensive price you pay for being a dog owner.
But I will never be without the love and experiences that only a dog can give.
About the blogger
My name is Mette, I am the happy owner of 2 beautiful dogs. Balto, who is a 6-year-old Coton de Tulear, and Lucky, who is a Shetland Sheepdog, who is just under 2 years old.
I am super active with my dogs, spending many hours training and on the competition tracks.
As a child I had very bad selective mutism. But thanks to the dogs I have moved on with life and my fear of speaking.