Note, she's been around here longer than most marriages last. But she still wants to eat, and she still wants to be with me.
That's how our Kate was when she passed, which made it a really hard thing to do, but it was the best thing for her. She struggled to eat, not the actual consuming of food, but just being able to stand long enough to eat a meal. She's go to her bowl, start to eat, then I'd see her dig her nails into the carpet to try and stay upright, but she'd never make it on her own. For the last few weeks, one of us held her just enough to steady her while she ate, and we knew it was time.
For her, the desire to stay near us was another big indicator of the amount of anxiety she was likely feeling the last year or so. She was always incredible aloof and we used to joke that she was a cat in a dog's body, but that last year, she wanted to be where she felt safe, because she couldn't rely on her own failing body to keep her safe.
It's a real heartbreaker, isn't it? I'll tell you, the days leading up to Kate's passing were some of the hardest, harder than the day of, really, but we do think we did right by her in the end. I'm betting you'll feel that way as well.
Share some good stories about Serenity if you like. I think back to funny/sweet things both our dogs did, and it still lifts me up.