This blog is a diary. Diaries contain both the joys and despair in life. McKenzie's last day was the depth of anguish but I feel I must also document it as part of my diary for it shows the depth of love we all had for her as well.
The day we made the heart wrenching decision to let McKenzie go to a more comfortable place, Dave and I carried her outside for pictures with the other dogs. She could not stand or walk on her own. The dogs self arranged. In all of the pictures, they were all touching her.
To help move McKenzie about during her last days I put on her life jacket. It is padded and snugly wraps her body. The handle on top made it easier to help her up and ambulate as much as she could. Before the vet came, Dave insisted on some last pictures. Dave had a wonderful bond with her. She always had kisses, a smile and wagging tail for him.
McKenzie was always in tune to my emotions.
Everyone was with her in the end.
I have been humbled by the outpouring of condolences. McKenzie was a true friend to all who knew her and prominent ambassador for the Chinook breed.
