Tuesday, February 26, 2008
The Rainbow Bridge
Well the day has come as I knew it would. The day that Lacey said it was time to go. She had been a bit unsteady on her feet all week and wasn't quite as eager for her breakfast, then she was sick a couple of times, and finally she had diarrhoea on Wednesday night and on Thursday mornin she looked at me and asked to be allowed to go to the Rainbow Bridge.
Our vet just said,"Well we knew she would tell us when the time was right" and we gently sent her to sleep for the last time. I carried her out to the car with tears rolling down my cheeks, we took her home and let the other dogs see that Lacey was dead. They all went up to her and sniffed her then walked quietly away.
We buried her in the garden alongside all the other rescued Griffon we have said "goodbye" to. Our Grandson picked primroses to strew on the grave and said a little prayer.
We will miss Lacey, she was very gentle and maternal. We rescued her about 10 years ago, when she was six. Her owner/breeder had died and left four black rough Griffons with no one. So we took them in, I wondered whether we would be able to tell one from another so I asked if they could come with labels, saying who was who. Lacey's label said "I am Lacey, I am a sweet little girl but I don't like men." I don't know what she made of my husband because within an hour she was standing on his lap with her paws around his neck, pressing her face against his. We found that this was something she liked to do and we all had lovely Lacey cuddles from then on.
When she was about ten she started to get mammary tumours and had ennumerable operations to get rid of them, but they always came back, until she couldn't have any more operations. Then we had to watch as the tumours grew and spread, became ulcerated and finally took away her life. Dear Lacey, run free at the Rainbow Bridge.