Today is “Blue Monday” – the day of the year when we supposedly feel most down according to the media – so I suppose it might be appropriate to blog that our beloved Kassie is no more, having died peacefully on Saturday morning. We’d rehomed her from Guide Dogs aged 8½; she was 14 at New Year. She died pretty much thirty years to the day after my mother died (I was just starting my second term at university).
I’m not very keen on January.
But actually, having spent the entire weekend grieving, shovelling snow and/or hibernating, I don’t feel too down today. Grief is with us – we miss her so much – but she was very ill and exhausted by the end.
She collapsed just before Christmas, necessitating a stay with the vet. Diagnosis was an advanced tumour pressing on her lungs and heart, so we were glad that, with medication, she rallied and was able to have a bit more time here with us, scoffing three meals a day and being fussed over royally. But on Saturday morning she was panting even lying still, disinterested in food (other than daughter’s home-made caramel cookies!) and couldn’t stand; time to call the vet.
Here are a few happy memories of Kass –
Her first visit was in 2007.
She loved chasing things – sticks, balls, squirrels…
Other favourite activities included eating anything and everything she could lay her nose on (no matter how disgusting), selective deafness (especially when eating something hideous), wallowing in water or, preferably, mud (the smellier the better).
She loved the snow, snapping at snow balls, chasing and rolling. Even on Saturday morning she managed a hint of a wag as Dave carried her outside for a wee.
Once home, she loved being towelled dry. Then she would flop by the sofa, hoping someone would sit with her so she could roll over for a tummy rub. (Unless someone opened the cupboard door in which case she was instantly alert in case a treat was in the offing.)
RIP Kassie. Thank you for all your love and companionship.