On Tuesday 23rd July 2011 our beautiful Nacho died.
She was just one month short of her seventh birthday.
Unbeknown to any one she had pancreatic cancer, which had spread to her kidney.
She was such a stoic little dog, even though she must have been in great pain for a long time, she never showed it.
She was such a stoic little dog, even though she must have been in great pain for a long time, she never showed it.
I am writing this lying in my bed, a place that Nacho and I frequently shared over the last six years.
These are my memories of the short time we had together.
How do you break the news to your daughter that her most precious dog has only a few days left, and that she, must make the decision when the vet is to come for his final visit.
It was terrible.
Nacho came at a very low time in our lives, I became disabled and my teenage daughter had to take over the role of caring for me.
She needed something to love that was just hers.
I still remember the day Nacho came, if Jess and Bek had got to the breeders house 10 minutes later another family would have taken her.
The next day Jess wanted to take her back, because she was scratching all the time!!!
First visit to the vet, to be told that there was nothing wrong, she was just being a puppy!!
Nachi had the strongest little teeth and she delighted in chewing anything that belonged to ME!
My brand new wheel chair backpack lost the phone pocket the day it arrived.
During the day, if she was not lying on my bed eating me, she was permanently attached to Lucky's left ear, he was a very patient poodle.
Lucky taught her what to do when I spasmed, I soon had two dogs running up my body and lying across my chest.
The last time Nachi did that was about two weeks ago, I suddenly went off and she came racing into the room, ran up my body and straight across my chest.
She took her responsibilities very seriously.
When Jess and I were fighting my agoraphobia, Nachi was wonderful, Jess would take me to Bentleigh and leave me in the coffee shop court yard with her sitting on my lap, nothing would make Nacho move.
When I spasmed, my fingers would lock onto her body until I came out of it. Sometimes it must have hurt her, but all she ever did was lick my face and patiently wait for her mum to come back.
I am stopping now because the memories are flooding back and the tears are making it too hard to write any more.
Tomorrow I think I will write again,
there is so much I need to tell about this bossy little angel, with the beautiful eyes.
I'm so sorry to hear this :(
ReplyDeleteIt sounds like Nacho had a fantastic life, and looking back, I think that's always what we hope for. I'm sorry you lost your angel, but thank you for sharing her with us.
There are so many happy memories. Thank you for your love and strength during this time.
ReplyDeleteWe didnt realize how lucky we were that day...
ReplyDeleteWhat a lot of healing she bundled into her short life...What a precious gift...the Nach...xxx