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Giving my Dog the Good Death

I knew Rosie wouldn’t make it to the end of the summer this year. Probably starting in June, I could see that her arthritis and canine cognitive dysfunction (CCD) aka doggy dementia were slowing her down. She didn’t want to walk as much, and she didn’t want to go to the office with me. She slept so much that many times I watched her to see if she was still breathing. Each time I went to the grocery store to get her more chicken, I wondered if this was going to be the last time I’d cooked chicken for her.

I told her that if she was done, it was ok to let go. There were many nights I’d look at her laying on her bed and pray, “God, please take her in her sleep.”

Making the Decision

Dogs communicate in their own ways, but the message isn’t always crystal clear. When she started stumbling when she walked, I seriously started questioning her quality of life. About a week before she died, I invited Rosie’s godfather over to see her, knowing it was probably the last chance he’d see her alive. A dog owner himself, I knew he’d give me an honest opinion about how she was doing.

In her youth, Rosie used to bolt around the house and bark like crazy when he’d visit. This visit, she wagged her tail weakly with recognition, but it was obvious her energy wasn’t there. When I asked him what he though, he said, “She’s struggling.”

Looking for confirmation that I was making the right decision, I search online for quality of life assessments. One of my challenges was she was still eating all her meals and finishing mine too. I also called our vet to have the quality of life discussion. As painful as it was, I knew it was time. On Wednesday night, I exchanged texts with a mobile vet and made the appointment for Friday morning at 10 a.m. to send her over the Rainbow Bridge.

Good-Byes with Dog and Human Friends

Rosie and I were lucky to have an amazing group of dog and human friends. I messaged some of them to let them know that Rosie would be passing on Friday and invited them to visit one last time. On Thursday night, Rosie’s Aunt Des and Uncle Mike came over with their dog Phoenix as did Aunt Sarah and Uncle Thomas with their dog Brodie. We let the dogs roam on the grass, Rosie mostly doing her own thing, sniffing around.

When Rosie was done being outside, we went back in the house. The humans sat in the living room while Rosie opted to lay by herself in the hallway. I gave Des a lot of Rosie’s treats for Phoenix since we wouldn’t need them anymore. (They were too big for Brodie’s little mouth.) I don’t remember what anybody said, but it was so glad that everyone got to love on Rosie one more time.

Dying at Home

Friday morning was surreal. I didn’t know what to do while I waited for our appointment time with the mobile vet. I sat on the floor next to her in the hallway, petting her while watching YouTube on my phone. I sang her “You Are My Sunshine” which was the first song I sang to her during our meet-and-greet before her adoption . . . well, I managed to say the words on the song with tears in my eyes. I told her I loved her.

There was a knock at the door at 10 a.m. Tears were streaming down my face as I turned the doorknob to see Dr. Katherine Campabadal. I invited her in and coaxed Rosie into her bed. She talked me through everything she was doing. She had me give Rosie treats as she injected her with the medicine that would make her fall asleep. Dr. Campabadal said it would take 10-15 minutes for the medication to take effect and warned me that it would make Rosie’s tongue stick out.

She stepped out while the medicine kicked in. I scratched Rosie’s head as I sat on the floor next to her and watched as she fell asleep, her pink tongue poking out of her month. I checked my watch. It had only been 4 minutes.  When Dr. Campabadal came back in and asked how long it took for Rosie to fall asleep, she said the fact that Rosie went out so fast was a sign that her internal organs weren’t very strong. That validated that I was doing the right thing. She also said something like it was sad that our dogs went before us, I responded that it meant we could love more of them.

The final shot had to be administered directly into a vein. As Dr. Campabadal injected Rosie, I had the panicked thought, “What have I done?” even though I knew I was doing the right thing. I reached up to her chest, but it had stopped moving. My Rosie was gone.

Time with Rosie

Usually the mobile vet takes the pet after they’ve passed at home, but I opted to keep Rosie’s body home for a few hours. I’m a fan of mortician Caitlin Doughty, who encourages people to spend time with their loved one’s dead body. One thing I learned from her was when someone passes away, it’s not an emergency. You can take the time you need. I found her video about how she gave her cat “the good death” particularly helpful as Rosie was getting older.

Dr. Campabadal slid a puppy pad under Rosie’s butt and showed herself out. I continued to scratch Rosie’s head as I cried. I hoped she knew I gave her the best life I could. I laid down next to her on the floor, petting her soft fur, watching her pink tongue turn a lavender gray. I sat and laid with her for about 90 minutes, and during that time, there was a shift where my brain understood that she was really gone. I think something about having this extra time with her made my grieving process easier.

Last Car Ride

Since I didn’t let the mobile vet take Rosie, I was responsible for getting her to the pet crematory. I’d picked out who our provider was going to be and given them a call the day before, so they knew we were coming.

In life, I made sure I was always strong enough to lift Rosie, but I knew I needed help getting her to the car. I called my neighbor Sarah (Rosie’s Aunt Sarah) to help. I learned the meaning of “dead weight” that day. It’s a completely different experience to lift your dog when she can’t hold herself up. Sarah helped me load Rosie against my shoulder and handled the opening and locking of doors between my bedroom and the car.

As I carried Rosie to the car with her paws flopping against my back with each step, I thought, “I hope none of my neighbors see me carrying my dead dog.” Thankfully, no one popped their head out at that moment. Sarah opened my back seat and help me gently lay Rosie across it. She was on her back with all her paws in the air.

Final Disposition

As I pulled into the pet crematory, I noticed there was a children’s playground directly across the street. Oh, the juxtaposition. The crematory operator was expecting me and rolled a cart to the car so we could easily transport Rosie inside.

I opted for what I call the “buddy cremation” where they put two animals in the machine at the same time. The fire is the same size every time they run the machine and doing two together is more energy efficient. Plus, as the operator said, it’s like they have a buddy in there. Each body is kept separate, so each family gets their own pet back.

The operator showed me what size Rosie’s urn would be. It seemed so small, but if humans are 60% water, then dogs probably are too.

I asked the operator when they’d cremate Rosie, and she said, “Probably today.” I thought, “So soon?!” but then my rational mind kicked in. This is what they do. There’s no reason to keep her in a refrigerator.

I got the call two days later that Rosie was ready to be picked up. The back of her urn has a sticker that says, “Rose Louise ‘Rosie’ belonging to the Carter family, Cremated on 08/07/2020.” For now, she sits on my dresser, but the plan is to sprinkle her at the beach when the COVID-19 pandemic is over.


  1. Diane Larsen says:

    Dear Ruth
    My Kleenex is not dry it’s soaking wet. My heart still breaks for princess. You were the best mom any dog could ask for. Sending hugs❤️
    Love Diane

  2. Jo says:

    Thank you for sharing. We just made the decision and will have the appointment on Tuesday. This helped me know what to expect. We’re at peace with our decision now that it’s finally been made.

  3. Nina Coulter says:

    We had 3 dogs who were put to sleep at home and it was the last gift we could give them. It was quick and merciful and they were comfortable. I wouldn’t want to do it again but I could as repayment for all the love and joy I received from them over the years. You were kind and wise and generous to show Rosie how much you loved her and how important she was to you and your family. Thank you for all of that.

  4. Steve Sassone says:

    Very sweet Ruth. Thanks for sharing this final time with Rosie. I know you loved her very much and she was loved by you.May you enjoy your memories.

  5. Kathleen Mc says:

    You gave each other your best A true live story!

  6. Elsa Trujillo says:

    Thank you for sharing Ruth,what a beautiful tribute.

  7. Lori says:

    This was an incredibly hard story to write but what an amazing tribute to Rosie. I hope your heart ❤️ heals and never forget all the wonderful memories you had with her.

  8. Val says:

    I cried as I read your very honest story, as it is exactly the same as I experience every time my neighbours send their bassets over the bridge. They have owned pairs of them for decades, I act as their auntie, dog sitter/walker, sleepover venue. I have been involved in the passing of 4 of them since 2007 and I can honestly say it’s the best thing to have a home visit for the final day. We say our goodbyes, have cuddles, reminiscing,tell tales and share memories… .. The lovely vet comes, and it is far less stressful to be in their home happy place whilst she administers.We have final warm cuddles , after this they are laid into the cool front room and we then have an evening ‘ doggy wake’ and toast their memory. The next day they are taken to Cambridge crematorium who are so kind and considerate. Approx 2 hours later you can take their inscribed box home. I’ve cried so many tears but know we did them all proud, they had the best life ever, and could not have been loved more.

  9. Mary says:

    I am bawling i too had 2 bassetts and making the decision was one of the hardest thing i ever had to do. ❤ she is with you always in your heart.

  10. Joan Lewis says:

    My favorite and most comforting words I share with you. A Dog’s Purpose” as told by a six year old.

    ‘People are born so that they can learn how to live a good Life – – like loving everybody all the time and being nice, right?’ The Six-year-old continued, ‘Well, dogs already know how to do that, so they don’t have to stay as long.’

    I am always stilled at the unconditional love of my dogs. I am never prepared to say goodbye. Some leave sooner than others but each one has left a mark on my soul. I am better for them and because of them. They also bring me to know people such as you and your sweet precious Rosie. From someone who is love with the written word, thank you for sharing your truth in such a beautiful honest conversation

  11. Pamela Onnen says:

    I am bawling as I read this, what a loving and heartwretching gift you have given to Rosey. To have her pass in her home where she was given so much love and care. I can’t imagine how hard was for you to watch your best friend suffer but even harder to let her go. Peace be with you and cherish your wonderful memories. Fly high beautiful angel.

  12. Kit Carter says:

    I remember first meeting Rosie in the patio home in Phoenix. I asked if she howled (like other Bassetts we had had). The answer? Oh no. So in lopes Rosie with toe nails way too long. First thing after a good body shake was a loud barking howl. Had to laugh. Rosie became family but had to stay off the furniture.

  13. […] I’d had a suspicion for months that Rosie wasn’t going to make it to end of 2020, and as her arthritis and doggy dementia added more and more challenges to her life, I helped her over the Rainbow Bridge on August 7, 2020. My eyes still well with tears when I think about losing her, but I know I made the right decision and gave her a good death. […]