Princess Phoebe
Active member
I have just joined this forum but I wanted to post about my little princess, Phoebe, who sadly passed away on February 8th. She was 13 years and 7 months old. She had suffered from a heart murmur since she was 9 but it was well controlled on medication and at every check up, the vet said her heart was still strong. Then about two years ago, she developed kidney disease, which we got under control on a prescription diet.
She was a very happy go lucky little dog and loved nothing better than to have her photograph taken. She would sit proudly and pose like the true royal little girl that she was. She also loved to go for picnics to the Hill of Tara during the summer and for walks around the lake. She would 'sing' with excitement in the car when she knew we were getting close to our destination.
Then, in February this year, I noticed her starting to get weaker so I brought her to the vet for her regular check up and he discovered that she had developed a tumour at the back of her mouth. A few days later, she started to look confused as if she didn't know where she was. I would try and bring her for a walk and, while she would be excited to go, once outside she looked scared and just wanted to go home. In the end, it was obvious that she was in pain from the tumour so I had to let her go.
I'm still consumed by grief but at least I know that she is free from pain now. This is the last photo taken of her. My sister bought her a Santa jacket for Christmas. It was just the thing for walking out in the snow.
She was a very happy go lucky little dog and loved nothing better than to have her photograph taken. She would sit proudly and pose like the true royal little girl that she was. She also loved to go for picnics to the Hill of Tara during the summer and for walks around the lake. She would 'sing' with excitement in the car when she knew we were getting close to our destination.
Then, in February this year, I noticed her starting to get weaker so I brought her to the vet for her regular check up and he discovered that she had developed a tumour at the back of her mouth. A few days later, she started to look confused as if she didn't know where she was. I would try and bring her for a walk and, while she would be excited to go, once outside she looked scared and just wanted to go home. In the end, it was obvious that she was in pain from the tumour so I had to let her go.
I'm still consumed by grief but at least I know that she is free from pain now. This is the last photo taken of her. My sister bought her a Santa jacket for Christmas. It was just the thing for walking out in the snow.
