This was written by my husband last night after a horrible night looking for my Osa, finding her, then burying her:
Our old german shepherd, Osa, has been nearing the end. She's been barely able to walk, couldn't hear, and would forget she was eating, even between bites. She's not been in pain and seemed happy, so we didn't call the vet to put her down. We check on her throughout the day.
Today, I went out to put up the chickens and I couldn't find her. After lots of searching, Ruthlynn found her floating in the pond. Although we left water all over the property for her, she probably went for a drink or swim and fell over. So, I had to wade out in the dark and hook her collar to pull her out, which was horrible. We spent a few hours digging a hole in the pasture and buried her.
She was the best dog we've ever had. Ruth says she's not a dog person, but this was her dog. So, she could use some of your sympathy. Osa adopted us in 2009 and Ruth is the one that tamed and trained her. She dutifully patrolled our property, even when she could barely walk, and was Ruth's constant companion. She had quite a few exciting adventures, like escaping from the vet's office and stealing left-hand gloves from people's pockets. She even saved Ruth from a bear once.
It's sad to see her go, but I am thankful she lived her life with us.
Here's Ruth's post from 2009 when Osa first showed up at our place, emaciated and in need of help.
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