Darby had a good last day today.
She got to graze in the yard all morning, something that was previously forbidden due to her metabolic condition. She ate a ton of carrots, got brushed, ate more carrots, and even had a good headshake and a buck while she trotted around for a couple steps. She was definitely on lots of drugs, but she was feeling good and the sun was shining, and that was a good way to go out - on a high note.
We did everything else first, which I'll blog about later, and saved her for last. Funny sweet girl that she was, she stood with her ears pricked even when Dr. H was putting the needle into her, and then was munching a carrot when she just abruptly fell over dead, with her ears still pricked. I've seen a lot of animals die over the years and while still a bit traumatic to witness, I can still in some way be happy and pleased that she went so abruptly with a happy look on her face. We didn't use sedation and sometimes they act all crazy without it. But luckily that didn't happen today. She was old, and she was ready to go.
See you on the other side, old gal. I feel lucky to have been able to share my time with you.