Our sweet Hazel, our shiny black Pug died this week. She may have been the sweetest dog in our dog history. Hazel was unlike any pug I have ever known. Hazel thought she was a greyhound and could outrun every other dog in the dog park; she came pretty damn close.
She was 13.
During the last 2 years she had become incontinent and her back legs were paralyzed, apparently due to spinal problems.
We refused to euthanize her because she peed on our carpets.
Earlier this week, it became apparent that she was suffering. She had several seizures during the night and screamed.
We were thankful that she passed peacefully and is no longer suffering. I have had dogs my entire life. Saying goodbye never gets easier. Now, our Yorkie is very clingy. Although, they didn't exactly play, they did hang out. Big transition. Sad transition