This might be a long one, but it's a post I felt I had to write because I feel like she deserves it.
Meet Nuschka, the Scottish Terrier/love of my life. 
Today it's about three weeks after her death. She unfortunately passed away on 3 June at the age of 12, basically after being murdered.
The death
The morning of the 1st, at about 5am, our house alarm went off. Our one kitchen window's glass was perfectly removed out of its aluminium frame and then our backdoor was unlocked through the window. As soon as the door opened the alarm went off and the people ran off, without taking a thing. Nuschka did not get up with us to check things out and we didn't find this strange as she loved her bed. Later the morning when I went back to my room (she slept in my room) I found her breathing strangely and she was so weak that she could not even lift her head out of her own vomit. She also wet her bed. I went into a total panic state and remained in this state for the next few days. My mom and I rushed her to the local vet in her bed and all because the weakness of her body completely freaked me out that I refused to pick her up.
When we got to the vet the receptionist immediately looked worried as she saw my facial expression and asked if it was Nuschka. She also told me that she's not going to make it after seeing how she looked. The vet herself suggested we try and save her and we agreed. We immediately assumed that she was poisoned as the the timing was too coincidental to be anything else. The vet gave her the antidote for rat poison and took her to the back to get a drip. The rat poison had to be given to her three days prior. Not four hours later the vet sent us a video of Nuschka awake in her cage, lifting her head up as the vet speaks to her. She was extremely excited about Nuschka's rapid recovery from being semi-comatosed to actually trying to stand. Nuschka slept over that night at the vet's practice and the vet went to go and check up on her every three hours.
The next afternoon we went to go visit her, but when she saw me she got up and started walking to me. The vet was so stunned and deemed her well enough to come home with us. Our only responsibility being that Nuschka had to eat that night- and we succeeded. We thought our Nuschka was healing and on her way to a full recovery.
The next morning (3 June) Nuschka started drinking all her water bowls empty. Rats also get thirsty after being poisoned. When I started looking for her to take her to the vet for her checkup I found her in the most random bush in the garden. It was almost impossible to get to her. We eventually got her and took her to the vet. At the vet her nose was bleeding and she was also bleeding from her genitals. I was freaking out inside knowing that the rat poison causes internal bleeding. The vet gave her the antidote again. And being a local vet and not a hospital the vet could not take care of her over the weekend. She thus came home with us.
At home Nuschka went to lie on her favourite spot on the couch in the living room. I put food and water down for her inside close by so that it was within easy reaching distance. Later when she was lying on a pillow on the floor I went to go lie with her for a while. After a while I left her side. Leaving my brother by her and told him to call me when she does anything whether it is good or bad. About 20 mins later he shouted for me and my heart dropped.
When I got to the living room she was lying on the tiles with the same rapid breathing she had two days earlier in my room. Her stomach was also contracting every few seconds. I went to her and started stroking her to try and calm her. I then called the vet and while explaining what was going on I burst out in tears and handed my mom the phone. They then agreed to take Nuschka in later that day to be put down. Not 15 mins later I phoned the vet again to say that it was alright. Nuschka was gone. After the first phone call I sat by Nuschka not touching her. My brother tried to keep her awake. After a while I thought screw it and I started stroking her. As I was stroking her, her rapid breathing slowed down until it eventually slowed down to nothing. As soon as that happened I jumped up and told my mom she's dead. I then sat on the couch and watched the contractions her stomach was making also slow down and eventually stop. My baby was dead.
She was definitely my favourite and basically only thing I took selfies with. My favourite memories and thing I'll miss the most is getting home after a night out and then going to lie in her bed with her kissing her nonstop and how shy she'll get. The awesome thing about scotties, and probably the reason you get so many scottie themed stuff, is definitely their personality and how expressive their bodies and faces are with regards to emotion. When I stop kissing her she'll freeze and stare at me. I'll then say her name and her one back paw will be kicked out with a slight jump of excitement.
I got Nuschka when she was 18 months old from another family that did not want her anymore and was planning on dropping her off at the side of the road. She easily crept into my heart, just as she did with everyone who met her. My one friend had trouble explaining to her colleagues why she was sad over a friend's dog. On the Monday after her death my dad took the vet flowers to thank her and found out that when the staff got together that morning they cried together when sharing the news of her death.
She was my first dog and I hoped she could've been with me a while longer. Yes she was 12, but she was extremely healthy and I believe had a few great years still left in her. I think the worst part for me is knowing that those years were stolen. Although the robbers didn't take anything on the night of the attempted break in, they took the most valuable thing our family had. She is now buried in our backyard with our angel statue as her tombstone. She is now the angel in our garden.
