When i got home, my mum phoned the wheelchair centre, they arranged for the repair man to come out the next day. It was time to get the old wheelchair out (15 years old and it still works- just!). I hate using my old chair, it is just a basic powerchair and has no special functions such as the elevating legrests which i miss so much! On Friday the repairman arrived, he had a brief look at my chair but he said he would need to take it away to test the batteries, motors etc. We asked him how much he thinks it would cost to repair and he said he had a feeling the motors were the problem, they are £100 each but he said if it is the battery as well then we would be looking at a grand total of £500 maybe even more! Things always seem to go wrong at the wrong time! I'm supposed to be getting a new chair in a few months so we were hoping that this chair would last out until then. Now we had to wait for him to phone back to say exactly what the problem was.
We got the call on Saturday...good and bad news! The good news? The motors are fine! The bad news? The batteries need replacing, along with the tyres. He said the chair will be back with me by Tuesday (today) and it would cost £300. I was relieved that it wasnt going to cost £500 like he said it could and was glad that i could have it back soon.
On Monday, me my mum and nanna decided to go to bingo. My old powerchair which i was using would get me from A to B so we decided to go out. Everything was fine and then at 11.30 a.m my nanna got a phonecall off my grandad who was at home. Our Yorkshire Terrier had a seizure. He had sufferred from these seizures from being a puppy which have got a lot worse as he got older. He also had lots of other problems, his ears needed to be bathed twice a day with salt water & vinegar as they were always infected and he had lots of tumours in his ears (which we were told were non cancerous), he was deaf, nervous and also started to wee in the house at night. After he had that seizure my grandad took him to the vet (i didn't know), the vet said that the kindest thing to do was to let him go.
On the way home in the car my nanna told me, i was upset but managed to hold it together until i got home. He wasn't there, he didn't jump up on my knee, his food bowl was still full, his buscuits were still on the floor...he was gone. My grandad asked me if i wanted his collar, he gave it to me and the tears started streaming down my face. I just wish that i had the chance to see him one last time to say goodbye. He was 16 years old and we had him since he was a puppy (i was 3 when we got him) so its so strange not having him around, he was the best dog ever and i'll never forget him.
Today i got my chair back, as soon as the man walked in the first thing he said was "where's the dog?" He was always there, sat on his cusion on the couch. I feel lost without him, i'm just happy he isn't suffering anymore and hopefully he's in doggy heaven.
Sparky 05/July/1994-01/March/2010 R.I.P
