11 Bealtaine 2009
Me and Osgur went to the vet last Saturday. Neither of us was too upbeat about that. As regular readers of this space will know Osgur is a very old canine. So a visit to the vets is a much more traumatic experience for her than for any other mutt, particularly a young one.
The vets was crowded. A very large wannabe German shepherd, by name of Lucy, sidled up to us in the waiting room. We knew her name was Lucy because that’s what the very nice man she was with called out.
‘Here Lucy’ he commanded ‘Sit’.
And Lucy sat. She really was very docile. The man she was with explained
to me that he was told she was full bred when he bought her as a pup, but that’s not the way she turned out. I told him she was in good order. And she was. He said she was only in to get a booster. I told him Osgur was sick.
‘Aye’ he agreed ‘She luks poorly’.
And she did. I explained to the two wee girls who were with the man who was with Lucy that Osgur was very old and between us we counted up her age in human years and as regular readers will know that amounts to 105 years of age. The two wee girls were very impressed.
Then there was a bit of a commotion and a woman dashed into the waiting room with a small dog in her arms. They were ushered quickly into the surgery. Her dog was knocked down by a black taxi which didn’t stop, we learned later. I advised her owner to report it to the Black Taxi office.
Meantime another younger man arrived in with a black Labrador. The Labrador had a white beard not unlike my own. I felt a sense of kinship with him. His name was Paddy. When Lucy came back from getting her booster she attacked Paddy. For a second or two all was chaos until one of the wee girls pulled Lucy away.
Poor old Osgur sat through all this. Then we were called into see the vet. She looked on very compassionately as I lifted Osgur up on to the table.
‘Its amazing she has lived so long.’ she said. ‘She is very low’.
Osgur looked up at me with her big sad eyes. I stroked the back of her head and between her ears.
‘I’m afraid this is the end of the road for her’. I said slowly.
Osgur looked at me unblinkingly.
‘Its always a hard decision’ the vet said. ‘But once her quality of life goes, it’s the best decision for her. Do you want to stay?’
‘Yes’. I said.
It was all over in a minute or so. Osgur must have known. Her eyes never left me. I never stopped petting her. When she got the injection she sighed and lay back. Then another bigger sigh and that was that. Poor old Osgur was gone. I gave her a final pat on the head, unbuckled her collar and left.