Just over a year ago, a friend of mine tagged me in a facebook post. The post was a picture of two senior dogs looking pretty pathetic. Their caregiver had died, and the family didn't want them. They didn't even know one of the dog's names, they just dumped them in a county shelter. I took one look at the picture of these two dogs and knew immediately they belonged with us. I got in the car the next day and picked them up. They were scared, and they were in pretty bad shape. One, Trixie, had some burn scars on her face, and the other, Layla, had a tail that had been broken at some point, was missing almost all of her teeth, and had a severe skin infection.
Well we introduced them to the family and they immediately started to perk up. We didn't know anything about them, if they had ever been around other animals, but fit right in they did. They liked the dogs, they liked the cats, they were interested in the pig but not in the chickens. They were grateful and funny and so very sweet.
We took them to the vet, we got Layla on some medication for her skin infection, and she started to really shine. We started getting her shaved in the warmer months as she has a very thick coat, and you could see the relief in her behavior immediately. Layla loved her new shaved mohawk cut, she was like a completely new animal, running around the yard, showing love to everyone and anyone, cuddling with the cats, greeting all visitors with joy and demanding pets from one and all.
About two weeks ago, Layla turned down her dinner. She stopped hopping up on the couch. We brought her to the vet and had all the tests done, nothing wrong. A few days later her appetite came back, but something was different. She was slower, she was more confused, she would occasionally shake for no reason.
We have spent the past week watching her slowly fade. We know she's old, we knew when she came home that our time with her would be limited. Once we knew she felt well enough, we brought her to the groomer and we got her her favorite haircut, once again.
She sleeps in. She gets up and lays in the sun. We pick her up and put her in bed with us at night. Her light is fading. Continued in comments.