This was our first time owning a Bichon and she was such a lively, friendly, cuddly dog. Crystal would greet me when I got home from work with a merry little dance. She would sit for hours on hubby's lap, being patted and loving it. She came with us to medieval events and was an excellent travelling dog. So quickly she fit into our lives and into our hearts.
Unfortunately in the past year, her 13th year, complications started to set in. The spirit was willing in this perennial puppy, but the body was breaking down. On her last vet visit, she had gone blind in one eye and damaged it, and the damage was too great. The eye had to be removed and a lengthy recovery was ahead of her. My hubby and I both talked to the vet, and determined she had been through enough. She had a wonderful lfe with us, wasn't getting any better in the other medical areas, and it was time.
We held her and she looked at me and I could see it was time. It was time. The injection was done and as she slipped down, she gave my hand one lick, then was gone. Peacefully. We took her home and buried her under a tree in her favorite blanket with her last treat by her nose.
Goodbye my fourlegged daughter, my fluffy white puppy, my darling friend. You've left a Bichon sized hole in my heart that we will never get over.