Georgia came into our lives early in our fostering career. She came to Rescue with her brother, Tiger, after there previous owner was put into a nursing home. It was obvious that they were well cared for and loved previously.Both were Senior pugs.
Tiger was not a real attractive boy. He also had housebreaking issues and a minor heart problem. Georgia was cute, small (14 lbs.) and very fiesty. She had limited eyesight, but I always compared her to the 90 year old woman who insisted she could see well enough to drive. She put on a good front, but if you watched her closely it was obvious that she primarily saw light and dark and shadows. They were very bonded together so they had to be adopted together.
Georgia mothered (smothered!) Tiger. She cleaned his ears and face, followed him everywhere and refused to let him get out of line. Tiger passed away a couple of years ago.Georgia was pretty despondent. Then we started fostering Percy, an elderly, blind, diabetic boy. Georgia was smitten with Percy and he quickly took over Tiger's spot in Georgia's heart.
I fostered them for over a year. Everyone thought they wanted Georgia (they didn't know how feisty and crotchety she could be) and no one wanted Tiger (a sweet soul). My husband and I decided they needed to stay with us forever and they became ours.
Georgia enjoyed good health until the past year. One night I put her up on the couch behind me (where she sat every evening) and 30 minutes later when I noticed she was fussing, I turned and saw that her eye had popped out of the socket. Due to her age and blindness we elected to remove her eye. I didn't realize she was actually 14 years old. She acted much younger. With the removal of the eye Georgia became completely blind. She would bark for me to come get her if she didn't know where I was, if I wasn't getting food ready fast enough or if I tried to sneak into my bed without her. This past winter arthritis set in. She's had to be on pain meds every since.
Early this morning I could hear her fussing on the pillow she sleeps on above my head. When I checked on her I discovered she had no control of her back legs and urine. In a couple of hours it was obvious that she was in a lot of pain. My husband and I do not ever want a pet to suffer, so I fed her her favorite meal and he took her into the Vet's to have her put to sleep.
Rest in Peace sweet Georgia. You will be missed but have left many footprints in our hearts.