20/09/2025
I just wandered up from my studio to find ancient Ezra sitting quietly on the outside bench, enjoying a perfect spring morning.
He is the gentlest dog I've ever known.
We got Ezra in 2019 and estimated he was 12. He wasn't. He was just sick with hypothyroidism. He must have been 7 or 8. We planned to give him 6 comfortable months of hospice and here we are, 6 years later.
No one knows how long he was at the shelter. Probably a really long time. He flinches every single time anyone touches him. So we know... well we know that only happens to dogs who have been through stuff. But he still loves to be scratched.
He has the dodgy thyroid, congestive heart failure, f***l incontinence (🤢) and really awful arthritis. We're at the end now. It's maybe months. Last Tuesday, he got a UTI and Dr Dylan and I made plans, how the vet would come to us, do the awful thing and take Ezra's body to be cremated. He got an antibiotic and a painkiller and by lunch time of that day he was cantering around our plot looking for good spots to p*e.
Time is short, but when I come around a corner and find him on a couch, sniffing the jasminey air I'm sure the time isn't right now.
As long as he still wants a walk every day and loves his frozen lamb bones from (ask me about lamb bone broth in the pressure cooker 🤤), we'll hold his paw and do it with him.
