Noodle the Poodle Finch

May 13, 1999 - March 13. 2016

age 16 years and 10 months

Noodle the Poodle had not been walking for over a week.

On his last day, I finally admitted he was no longer improving, and in fact, seemed to now be uncomfortable.

Amanda had heard of someone who fed their terminal dog a Big Mac. He lived three more years. Did I turn to medicine? To a consult with a veterinary neurologist? To supportive care and steroids? Yes. But when every medical option had been exhausted, I knew that Noodle’s quality of life – however short lived - would be greatly enhanced by a giant hamburger.

We bought Noodle a Big Mac with everything except onions. (What if, God willing, he DID live three more years? I did not want to start his miracle era with an onion toxicity.) Sadly, he did not have a three year rally. But he did have the best damn meal he had ever had. He ate the WHOLE thing. 

Then he fell fast asleep, and while he was napping. I sat next to him and cried and told him I loved him and slipped Beuthanasia into him so disturbingly gently that he did not even stir.

We have one last happy memory of our goofy little dog, blind, deaf, skinny as anything, unaware of his surroundings and unable to rise, toothless and on an impressive list of GI medications, happily eating a Big Mac (hold the onions) like it was his last day on earth.

We miss you goofy dog, and we love you so much