R.I.P Billy

Most of you here are regular visitors, so will have seen pictures and read my missives on Billy The Deaf Dog who belonged to Brenda my boss at work, and who came to work with her every day.

He died late on Friday night. Although he’d been unwell several weeks before, the vet had sorted him out with pills and potions, and he was right as rain. On Friday he’d been with B to visit a friend who also had a little dog, and they played together and Billy was happy. Then on Friday night while B was watching TV, Billy jumped up on the chair nearby, settled himself down, and died.

I am going to miss his visits to my clinic room, which has the fridge where his treats were kept. He was a big fan of cooked chicken and ham and I would give him a tasty morsel now and again, and I’ll miss tickling behind his soft and floppy ears and looking into those soulful brown eyes. He was an easy dog to fall in love with.

Goodbye my special little friend. ๐Ÿ’”

Day 351

Last week Billy the deaf dog was not very well. He came to work on Monday as usual but was not really himself, he couldn’t walk properly and was really finding it hard work to breath. He wouldn’t have the chicken treats he comes into my room looking for, and he hadn’t eaten all weekend either. By 2 o clock Brenda (and me) was really worried so she hoyed him in the car and took him to the vet. She had to leave him there as she had patients booked in. Later on after I got home I saw on Brenda’s Facebook that he was OK again, they’d given him diuretics for water on his lungs, but told her he was in heart failure, but could keep him going yet a while.

So he’s back to work and seems a bit better in himself. When we take him out for a little walk he trots along happily enough sniffing the air, and car-park posts, and grass, and the walls ๐Ÿ™„ ๐Ÿ˜€. However, as Brenda says, his near brush with death seems to have given him an appetite for the finer things in life, as he now won’t eat dog food at all, but has to have cooked chicken or ham. There may not be much of his left, but Billy is determined to have a ‘dogs life’ until the end. Fingers crossed that’s a long way away, I would very much miss this dear little chap.

Day 351 ~ Chicken Billy

Day 121

A busy day at work, and a busy afternoon/evening shopping, washing, ironing, and sorting. I knew there’d be no time for ‘proper’ photography so I tried to take a picture of Billy the Deaf Dog. Nearly got him, but his right eye should be in focus and it isn’t. That’s because he was trying to get the treat out of my hand while I was trying to take his picture and wouldn’t keep his head still. Cats are so much easier! ๐Ÿ™‚ He still looks cute though, blurry eye or no ๐Ÿ™‚

Day 121 ~ Billy the Deaf Dog.