I lost my best friend missy moo on the 7th January this year. I was so heartbroken and I couldn’t stop crying for weeks and weeks. I always have to remind myself that she was 15 which was a huge age for a Doberman. She had a huge lump the size of a small football for about a year which she carried around with her, her back legs were stiff and during the last 2 months of her life, we carried her up and downstairs and had to lift her back end up out of her bed so she could walk. She hadn’t been for walkies for this time either – she wanted to but couldn’t. I still couldn’t prepare myself for making that final decision to put her to sleep. It was something I never wanted to do but I have to believe it was for the best. Her lump was bleeding and it wouldn’t stop so on the best advice possible – I had to make the heartbreaking decision.
6 months on and I still miss her. I think about her lots and her lead is still hanging by the door with her collar. Her ashes now sit on our shelving area in the living room and sometimes I do find myself talking to her. I really missed her in the garden during the spring. She would always be by my side and getting in my way while I was trying to do the garden.
I will never forget my special friend – Missy Moo – she had such a irreplaceable character and I will always miss her terribly….