It's hard to write this, but tonight my old man, Ralph, suffered a stroke-like seizure that left his back half paralyzed. The poor dog was so scared as he did not know what was happening. My husband, God bless him, took Ralph to the vet. While in the waiting room, he suffered another seizure and the vet said there was nothing that could be done. My husband stroked his head and told him he was a good boy as the vet sedated him and then euthanized Ralph.
Ralph was going to turn 11 years old in March, which is not very old for a Weimaraner, but also not very young. He was a good dog and loyal to the family. When the kids were toddling babies, they could do anything to him and he never growled or snapped at them. Every person was his friend, even our mail lady. This morning our walk together was as usual, with Ralph anxious to go and bounding about the park when I let him off the leash. He greeted me happily when I got home today. And then he was curled up in our breakfast room, snoozing, when my husband heard the sound of trashing, and looked in to find Ralph seizing uncontrollably.
Farewell, my old friend. I hope God has something good in store for you at your passing, because you served us, His people, as a faithful and loyal pet, and are a creature of His handiwork.