It is with enormous sadness that I must tell you that a light has gone out of our lives.Â Â Our beautiful Princess is no more.
She was put to sleep this afternoon when an MRI scan revealed an inoperable tumour in her neck, which had infiltrated the bone of her spine, compressing the nerve, and causing her tremendous pain.Â I was so hoping that it was just the disc injury we had been treating her for, but it was not to be.Â Yesterday she went downhill rapidly, screaming at the slightest movement, and an emergency appointment was requested for a neurological consultation at Davies veterinary specialists.Â By the time we got there, the only thing which would control her pain was methadone.
The Princess raced under the name of Lovely Irene, and was known to her friends and family as Renie.Â She had an impressive pedigree, but she embraced retirement without a backward glance.Â When we took her over the fields off lead, she didn’t run much, preferring always to walk at heel, close to one of us – or better yet, between us.Â She was the sweetest, gentlest, most affectionate dog I’ve known, utterly bombproof with people, though not averse to putting strange dogs in their place if they got too close to her Pirate.
As you know, she was a much-loved PAT Therapy dog, and I now have the task of ringing her clients to give them the bad news, and notifying the charity itself that she is no longer with us. Â Not a task I look forward to, because my eyes are already raw from weeping, but it must be done.
My poor, poor Princess Renie.Â She simply did not deserve to die like this.Â Born on the thirteenth of December in Ireland in 1998, she left us on the 30th December this year, at only ten years old.
Goodbye, Princess. You lit up our lives – and the lives of many disabled people.Â You were our floozy, our ‘people dog’, our lazy, soft, loving and lovable darling.
We really miss you, sweetheart.