Tom was a small Yorkshire Terrier who was 18 months old when he joined me in our journey of life,i live alone so Tom became my best friend,lively,loving and devoted beyond words. When younger we'd walk miles through the dense woodland or across fields where we explored little tracks,he loved to play football and check out the orphan lambs during the spring,one his favourite things to do was go for rides in the car covering so many miles together.
As the years past Tom slowed down and it was evident in his final months age did indeed begin to show,of course i realised but chose to ignore or not accept how frail age was making him feel,all the same i feel guilt i didn't acknowledge it earlier.
A freak accident at home seconds after i arrived fractured his femur,2 small hairline cracks,in his hurry to go out i can only think he banged the hind leg,unable to stand without support i took Tom to the vets where xrays showed the damage,options were operate and have a long recovery period meaning no walks,or even pottering around the garden,being kept under strict such as a cage to prevent him moving about,the other was to have the leg amputated.
Tom would be 16 years of age in a couple of months, so to see him struggle lose his dignity and feel a prisoner in his own home was unbearable to think of.
Letting him go was the hardest thing i've had to do,i held him close right until the end and said don't forget i love you,please forgive me.
Its only been just over week and i'm grieving badly yet Tom is still giving me strength to carry on,remembering our wonderful life together is comforting,trying to forget his last few hours isn't.