Have you ever had a week where one day your great, the next day, not so great? Yep, that was my week last week. It started on Tuesday of last week when we came home from Ellie's soccer practice. I had put Riley in our laundry room while we were gone because he had been going to the bathroom all over my carpet. When we walked in the door, I noticed he had had another stroke. He was shaking a bit and had gone to the bathroom on his bed which never happens. He couldn't walk, couldn't open his mouth and was just out of it. The girls were sad but we all thought maybe he would snap out of it like last time. Deep down, though, I felt like we were prolonging the inevitable. After the first stroke, he was awesome! He had a week where we loved on him more than ever, he ate like a king, and ran outside like he was a puppy. We were hopeful he would bounce back this second time but on Thursday night, I knew. I was up and down with him all night. He couldn't get comfortable and would walk aimlessly around downstairs. At one point, he walked in the laundry room and stared at the wall. He hadn't eaten or drank anything in over 48 hours and could not get up by himself. It was time. Both girls gave him a kiss before school but we didn't tell them this was it because we really weren't sure if there would be an appt. available. We told them that we were taking him to the vet and there was a chance he wasn't coming home. I waited an hour before I called the vet. They had an 11:00 or 2:00 appt. It was 10. As much as I wanted a few more hours with him, we chose the 11:00 because I couldn't make him suffer anymore. For the next hour, I held him on the couch and cried. He laid there and didn't move. It's almost like he was telling me he was ready. At 11:00 we arrived in tears at the vet. They were so sweet and shuffled us back to a room. They had a towel laid out for him. We laid him down and he didn't move. Normally, Riley would get very anxious and excited when he would walk in to the vets office. This time, he didn't move from my chest. He knew as well it was his time. We kissed him and pet him while they prepped him. It didn't take long and he passed away with monkey under his arm in the most peaceful way. We miss him but time heals and we know he is in a much better place with some other "puppy friends"! Cavaliers have a life span of 10-11 years. He was 13. We feel pretty darn blessed to have had him that long.
This was the day we picked Riley out at the breeder. He was one of 4 brothers and they were named Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John. Riley was "Luke". We fell in love with his "gravy stains" as the breeder called them on his face!
I was in LOVE!
We lived in Memphis which was VERY hot in the summer! When he wanted to cool off, he climbed in the open fridge and just sat there. So. . .
we took the drawer out and let him really hunker down! Remember, first "child" syndrome!
His graduation certificate from puppy training. He passed. . .barely!
Yes, this happened!
Riley and Ellie. . .no, do not adjust your screens. That's me. I look 60 years old. Not my proudest beauty moments :)
Even at 11, he was so handsome. . .and hairy!
He loved to eat!
He only loved Brady when this happened :)
His "old man" face. . .
He loved his cherrios!
This was before we left for the vet, with monkey by his side :(
Love you, Riley!
So, we are now getting back to reality.
Living life without any pets. . .for now!