TW: animal death (euthanasia).
Our standard schnauzer was named Angel (we didn’t change the name given to her at the shelter). I’m pretty sure she was 2 years older than Blossom, which would be 14 – 15 years old. She managed to make it quite a while for being rescued from a puppy mill and finding out she had a heart murmur.
Her back hips have been giving her trouble, and over winter break, it was getting harder for her to stand up on her own. My mom had started to give her baby aspirin (after checking with the vet) because they were pretty sure winter wasn’t playing nicely with the arthritis in her hips.
We were all rather surprised when Blossom died of a heart attack because we’d been preparing ourselves for Angel dying first. It’s not like we were rooting for it, but she was an old dog. Her night vision had gone, and quite a bit of her daytime vision was gone. Her hearing had started to go.
Over spring break, Angel couldn’t really stand up on her own like 4/5 of the time. She was sort of favoring a back leg (that hip was probably worse than the other one) when she walked. Lot of accidents getting cleaned up (and baths for her) because she slept through it or couldn’t get up to tell someone.
I was told that I probably wouldn’t come home at the end of the semester to a dog when I came back after spring break. So far, things were inconvenient for us, but she didn’t seem like she was in pain. If she seemed to be in a lot pain, they were going to take her to the vet to be put down. On Friday – 3.25.26 – I got an email that our cat is the only pet now.
Rest in peace, Angel.