26 June 2012 5.00 PM 64 F Cloudy and showery
Yesterday morning, our beloved, beautiful darling Dushka left us.
Her sudden passing has us in a state of shock and denial. It seems impossible that she is gone, that her house is empty. There must be some mistake, surely. Have I just moved her to a new spot in the yard and not realised it yet ?
However, the reality is that on Sunday afternoon, a sudden onset of a series of seizures, which continued to escalate in violence and frequency, despite us giving her Valium, meant rushing her to the emergency vets in Palmer. A further Valium shot did nothing to ease her seizures and it took a major dose of Propofol to sedate her. Throughout the night, any time she came close to regaining consciousness, her fits would start again, despite intravenous doses of Phenobarbitol. The conclusion was that whatever it was that was causing her seizures, wasn’t capable of being controlled and that she undoubtedly was suffering a great deal of torment.
At 4.00 AM, we had to make that most dreadful of decisions and allow her to move on with peace.
Dushka came to us in February 2010, and as with every Seppala Siberian Sleddog we have been privileged to meet, she very quickly won us over with her gentle nature, boundless energy and that hint of mystery and magic in her eyes. She seemed like a wise old soul, emanating a calmness that belied her playful side.
She took to the role of “aunt” to Cuchi’s puppies with her typical sensible nature to the fore. She very quickly taught them that playing with her was on her terms, and when she had had enough, they should move on and annoy someone else. One of her more endearing and intriguing traits was an intense dislike of getting her feet wet. She would go to almost any lengths to avoid puddles and if she was unlucky enough to get damp, she’d immediately retreat to her box and spend ages licking her feet clean and dry.
“What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.” Helen Keller