A while ago I posted about our dog Maya having behavioral issues likely due to dementia and wondering when would have to euthanize her.
Yesterday she was at the vet and the staff couldn't handle her. The 12 lb dust mite worked herself up into a frenzy and bit one of the staff, despite the fact that they were well aware of her behavior, having cared for her for 11 years and had a whole protocol to handle her.
Maya had been suffering with recurring eye infections because she wouldn't let us clean her eyes, her dementia was getting worse plus she developed a terrible rasping cough.
But with all that, my wife wasn't ready to euthanize her little buddy prior to yesterday because the little dog still enjoyed being in the yard, eating and wasn't messing in the house.
Some of you were kind enough to respond to my post about the dog's declining health saying that I would know when it was time, and the time came this afternoon.
My wife is feeling horribly guilty despite all the assurances from me and the vet staff who took care of the dog for years, that we did more for Maya than just about anyone else since we adopted her 11 years ago.
She was a difficult dog, fighting my wife for the alpha female spot, stubborn and difficult to train.
She shied away from affection and hated to be petted even as a young dog.
Maya was turned into shelters multiple times and finally the tiny dog was found abandoned in a field somewhere in North Carolina and sent to an adoption agency up North.
I can't imagine what Maya went through in her first two or three years of life before we adopted her. While she was far from an ideal dog, who can blame her for always fighting and never trusting.
Despite all the difficulties, Maya will be missed just as much as our other dogs.
Only thing she will guard is her food bowl from her sister.
