Rather than wait, in effect waiting for her health to deteriorate, we decided to take her to the vet yesterday afternoon. I think she was starting to get fed up of the big collar and also of being syringed food, and that would only get worse.
Yesterday was a lovely sunny day, so we took Rosie for a walk before she went to the vet. We did our normal morning walk, through the olive groves and towards the Romeria ground, we took her big collar off so she could really enjoy the walk.
It’s been a bit of a shock – even yesterday, as long as you didn’t look at her jaw, you’d have seen a big healthy dog, full of energy. We’d quite expected that Sam would have left us by now – and we hadn’t expected Wilbur to make it through the summer – but Rosie, well, when we’ve been thinking about what type of house we move to next and ensuring it would have enough space for Rosie as we fully expected she’d be going with us.
I normally try to think of some funny memories when we lose a pet, however, there aren’t many with Rosie, as she was actually a very good dog and generally well behaved. Unlike Bob, who we found on top of the fridge trying to get the cat food, or Basil who ate a thing of cocoa powder and had brown legs for days afterwards along with making chocolate er, deposits, Rosie was very well behaved. The thing I’ll probably remember most is the fact that she was so obviously a pointer. I remember when we first had Larry the parrot and Rosie spent WEEKS pointing at him, obviously very disappointed that we ignored her. She also pointed to the pigeons who live on the roof next door.
Here’s a couple of nice photos we took on our walk yesterday – they show how fit and well she was.
