Today, 22 Mai 2026, my 12 years old French bulldog Zoe was euthanized.
Three years ago my family was told she only had a few months left to live, she held three more years thanks to our constant care and we knew she could cross the bridge at any given moment, so we were somewhat prepared. Still, her loss remain so painful emotionally. I'm going to turn 24 next month, she was in my life for more than half of it.
She is not my first loss, we had another Frenchie before going by the name of Daisy, she died at age six from a blood cancer. It was devastating, but there was continuity a few months later as Zoe came into our lives, I know there will be no continuity after Zoe. She was by no mean a replacement for Daisy, but she helped mend the pain I felt when I was 11 years old.
She was suffering, she could not breath properly, she had became blind and deaf with the age, she could barely stand on her back legs, she had no more muscle or mass, only a thin skin on her bones. She almost died because of f**cking frauds of veterinarians who gave her an unecessary surgery for the sake of sucking up some money from us. To let her go was the right thing to do, and I know she went very peacefully, I did not want to see this, but my mother and sister were with her when this happened. She even exhaled of relief in the end.
Zoe was a loving dog, smarter than you would give a dog credit for. Now we must grieve, then carry on with the memories she left us.
I'm writing this more for myself, to speak out all of my feelings on a public set up, I already feel better after writing this. I don't really care if anyone read it, I just wanted to express myself "out loud" if it is appropriate to call it that.
Maybe I'll do some memorial on my account, I'm not sure.
