Josh, Anne-Marie, and Aylia Colwell’s Gazette

Day 6 (Saturday, July 7):

Originally this was planned to be the day of our departure. Instead it is
the last day for Daisy. I get up early and as usual she is there waiting to
go for the morning walk. She makes some noises of excitement (increasingly
rare since she went deaf a couple of years ago) and feebly tries to jump.
On the walk she is slow. I let her stop anywhere she wants for as long as
she wants, but she finds little that interests her. We trudge along slowly.
Back at the house she soon settles in for a nap, and we let her sleep.

Dr. Brandenburg-Schroeder calls a bit before 11:30 to say she will get there
around noon. John shows up, wondering if we’re still in town. We visit with
him until the vet arrives. Daisy wakes up and meets the vet. She takes the
treat the vet offers her and walks around with it in her mouth for a while
before letting it fall to the floor. As we handle paperwork, Daisy settles
in at the central point of the house. This has always been her favorite
location in every house - a place where she will be aware of any comings
or goings. Dr. Brandenburg-Schroeder explains the procedure. She first gives
Daisy a painkiller in a small shot just under the skin. Daisy shows no signs
of noticing the injection, but the medicine has a calming effect on her.
Soon she settles back down for another nap.

Her death is completely painless. She does not go through any fear or stress
that she has for her usual visits to the vet. For this we are grateful. We
miss our dog.

Later, in search of distraction, Aylia and I go to see the movie
Transformers. This is an odd movie that has the style of a young adult
action movie with the content of a movie aimed at boys under ten. It is
distracting for about an hour, then becomes painful for me. But we sit it
out. We meet John for dinner and say our farewells. Back at Brad’s house,
in search of more distraction, Aylia and I watch Die Hard (we saw the fourth
installment at the theater earlier in the week). She falls asleep. A sad
day ends.

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