EVERYBODY,
I wanted to say thanks again for all the nice comments regarding my post about putting Cosmo down. The deed was done yesterday. He was spoiled rotten for the past two days....He got his bath and slept with my step-daughter all night, he went for a short walk, had his treats.......Everything he loved!
My husband went along, and we took him into the vet's office and spent time with him.....talked to the vet, who was very, very kind, and then the vet took him out of the room. He said it would be very peaceful, just an overdose of anestesia, and then he would go to sleep. (I couldn't watch him die.) Both my husband and I cried our eyes out and just hugged....I've been crying off and on all day but I still wouldn't change it. I know I did the right thing.
I really lost it when they brought him out in the box. I realized I couldn't bury him.....So I'm having him cremated so that I can still keep him close to me....He was an inside dog, and I don't think being underground would make him happy.....
So I am at peace, and so is little Cosmo. This morning was rough....I got up and got ready for work, went out of the bedroom, and there as no little face with the white nose to greet me with his little "ruff ruff".....I cried.
At the same time, the house has been quiet, Fionna, our Irish Terrier, hasn't barked at all....She only barked when he did. I realize now what a little hellion he had become! Barking constantly, at every little noise, and lifting his leg in defiance, biting.....He was half angel and half devil......But I'll always be happy he was my dog. I do know the time was right. No more aches and pains for the little guy...No more coughing spells because his trachea was collapsing.....
Some good things about him were that he "talked" to me. He LOVED to sit on my lap and as I petted him he would just make all these crazy little grunting sounds.....You could tell he really enjoyed the massages that I gave him....(Gosh I wish my husband would give me a back rub....LOL) He was cute as a button and everybody noticed him where ever I went. Nobody believed he was a pomeranian because he was black and white, and he was much larger than a pom should be. (Bad breeding, I guess) He was a great walking partner. He loved getting a bath--if you said "bath" he would jump right into the tub. He loved to be groomed (except for his rear end), and he really liked his collar. He had to have that on! It was his jewelry! He was personality plus until his body started to turn on him......I will miss my "little bubba".
Cosmo was a gift from a friend. Her pom was due to have puppies when she went on vacation, so I babysat Cosmo's mother, and Cosmo was born at my house, in the living room, on the couch, along with two other puppies. (Eww, I know, but that's where Foxy wanted to have her puppies, so I covered the whole couch with several old blankets and sheets....) He was my first and only experience with puppy birth!
Thanks again EVERYONE, and I hope my sharing this experience will help somebody else when the situation arises.
Sincerely,
Sharon
