Well, after her reprieve nearly a year ago, Shassi was put to sleep today. My mom and aunt were there with her; my aunt couldn’t stay in the room, but Mom was there until the end. She went peacefully; her tired old body just wasn’t working anymore and, if there was a spark left in her, I would guess that she was glad to finally leave it.
I’m kind of numb about it; I cried a lot last year when I thought we had to put her down then, but now I only feel a kind of vague relief (it was getting so that looking at her was painful – my aunt took GREAT care of her, but she was getting more and more frail and didn’t seem to know anyone.) and a shadowy foreboding that it’s eventually going to hurt when things catch up with me.
Goodbye, my little misanthropic shiba.