Our family dog was with us for 13 years. We got her when she was 6 months old. Her name was "Bows". There is a long history to that name. One of which I won't go into.
Bows was getting old in age and began showing it. Eventually, she fell victim to seizures of some sort. The veterinarian said that these episodes could not be controlled and would be become more frequent with time. The worst part was that the seizures were obviously painful for the dog. Sadly, the difficult decision was made to have Bows put to sleep.
2 Weeks Later:
Sharon and I were lying in bed together. It was early evening and we were home alone. Watching television we heard a scratch at the bedroom door. We both looked at one another. If you knew our dog, this was one of her routines when no one else was home. At about the same time each night, she would always scratch at the door until it opened enough to peek her head inside. Then she would come in and lay on the floor for a short while. We kept each other company.
It was the right place, at the
right time, under the right circumstances and there was that scratch. Sharon
and I both knew what we had just heard. The distinct sound of Bows' claws
on the wooden door was unmistakable. Then came another scratch and the door
opened as it always did. It was just wide enough for Bows to make her
entrance.............................She never did. In disbelief, we talked
of what just happened. We agreed --- she just came to say goodbye.