My First Child
I bet I can guess what you’re thinking… Well… you’re wrong. This post is dedicated to my first child, my dogter, my Riley. You may have noticed that she hasn’t been on the blog lately. I mentioned in THIS POST that things were really rough in the Winchell household and it was directly related to THIS POST and THIS POST where I talked about how Riley had been throwing up and not feeling well. Turns out, she had an aggressive form of cancer. After a month of meds, her not eating anything (not even PB, beef, chicken, doggie ice cream, treats), throwing up daily and losing 15lbs, we only had one option. *Warning, there are a lot of pics in this post.
We got Riley from the Humane Society when she was three months old. She was emaciated and timid, but certainly came out of her shell as we showed her love. I don’t think she ever forgot that we saved her. She was seriously the best dog ever. Better than yours, just saying.
It’s been a month and two days since we said good bye to our little girl and I have just now had the courage to write about it. To be honest, I’m crying as I type this and get emotional over her almost every day. She wasn’t just a dog to me, she really was my dogter. I pretty much spent 5 years with her at home while I didn’t work (or only worked part time) and we had a bond that I can’t explain. She was my companion when Todd traveled. She always made my day better and has a VERY special place in my heart.
I have never been through anything this hard and my heart is seriously broken. I still talk to her (maybe I have a problem). I loved her so much and it feels like a piece of me is missing. There’s a huge hole in my heart and it hurts.
She put up with the rediculous things I made her do, like wear Todd’s racing shoes and costumes for Halloween. She was our lizard hunter and loved going for walks. I don’t know how many pictures there are of her on this blog during a walk.
She loved peanut butter as much as I do. She was our trash dog. <- please go and read that post. Cuddling on the floor or couch was a daily occurrence and she loved a good stretch.
Riley’s last day was one of the best she’d had in a while. (More crying happening now) It’s like she knew it was the end. She seemed to have a bit more energy than normal. We played a bit in the backyard. She was jumping around in a tree branch Todd had cut down and looking for lizards behind the grill.
A few hours later we took her for a short walk. You would never have guessed she hadn’t eaten in over a month- besides the peanut butter we crushed her meds in and shoved down her throat. She had energy, caught her last lizard and let her self into the house.
We were able to spend the last minutes of her life at our house. A nice lady came and it all happened so quickly, yet peacefully. She never knew what was happening and was never in any pain. She was given a sedative that just relaxed her and laid on the floor of our living room, her head in my lap. She could still hear us telling her we loved her and that she was the best dog ever. She was then given the final shot and slowly drifted away. Right there in my lap. I was expecting her eyes to shut but they didn’t. I kept telling the lady her medicine didn’t work and Riley was still alive, but she was gone. I gave her one last hug and kiss and said my final goodbye. This was the last picture we took of her.
It’s so hard to believe she looked so happy, but I’m glad the last memory we have of her is when she was smiling. I’ve tried to write this post so many times. It took me a number of days to get through it all, each one ending in a crying mess. I still can’t believe she’s gone. Seven years just isn’t long enough, especially for such a perfect dog. She was the perfect dog. If you’re still reading this, thank you for listening. One last collage of my girl…