I told a little while ago, in certain newsgroups, that Oscar, my No.1 Son's loveable lump of a Chocolate Lab had contracted cancer and had been 'given' two months at the most.
Over the last few days, he's rapidly declined so that all characteristics of the loveable, frisky, playful and attentive Great Big Heffylump have disappeared, leaving a shell, a mere memory of his ebullient self. We know him so well because we 'borrow' him as his Daddy, who lives on his own with the 2 dogs, Sandy and Oscar, both Labs, and have done so for many years. Both dogs have, in fact, become full members of our family.
When No. 1 Son dropped him off here this morning at 4.00 am, he stated tearfully that he had come to the decision that he would not allow the big daft lump to degrade any more whilst suffering in the process.
To that end, it fell to me to make the painful and emotional phone call to arrange with the vet that he be taken in at 3.15 BST this afternoon, Monday 14th July 2014, when he would be assisted with dignity and compassion, over the Rainbow Bridge.
As I write this portion, it is 16.45 on 14th July, 2014. He fought the sedative, before giving up then tried to fight the main injection. He gave up after a few seconds and passed peaceably over the bridge. I like to think he lolloped over joyfully, as he used to do and that he has had time to get his bearings, so that he will be with others of his kind, pausing to smell the flowers, watch the birds and follow the clouds across the sky.
Pleasant daydreams, Old Feller.
R.I.P Oscar.
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