Our last Halloween...2010 |
His favorite place |
After being up with him all night on Wednesday, I took him into the vet to see what we could do. On the ride there, he started to panic. I wasn't sure if it was because he was in pain or if it was because he knew where he was going... He was screaming by the time I pulled into the parking lot. I jumped out of the car, ran over to his side and rushed him up the stairs into the VCA. I went up to the receptionist and just started to cry. Explaining to her that he has a tumor on his lungs, he's in pain and he's been screaming more and more the last few days. She took him to the emergency doctor and had me wait in a room. Boy did I feel bad for the doctor who had to come into the room with me already in tears...
Dr. Plenn came in, I was already sobbing, he was so apologetic and sympathetic. He gave me all of the options of what they can do to help him. But no matter what they would be able to do, he still wouldn't be here for much longer. Do we put him through surgery, risking his life, so that he can have a pacemaker put in, only to have him pass on a few days later? He had been with us for 14 years, developed muscular dystrophy, suffered from dementia and had a tumor on his lungs.
How do you know when it's time? It's strange, but to someone who's not involved, it's very clear that the answer would be euthanasia and should have been for a while... But it's not something you want to accept... Carson was ready to leave, but we didn't want to see him go... The doctors said, "When he stops eating and when he stops going outside... that's when you know"
Carson was always so strong, he held on to the bitter end. He ate less and less, but he still attempted to eat something. He would always go outside if we opened the door for him... He loved enjoying the front yard as much as he could. But even doing so, he was still ready to leave. He was only holding on for us... He was only going through this pain to be here for us... I feel so awful for letting him stay here in pain. But when you're so close with the situation, it's hard to see it clearly.
Having taken him to the hospital and talking with the Dr. Plenn. He would call me every hour to give me an update on Carsons condition, what we should do and how soon we should utilize our options. The night before, we had talked about putting him to sleep as an option and I also mentioned that to the doctor. At one point during the day, Dr. Plenn called me to tell me that at this point Carson was in too much pain to go on and it would be best to come to the hospital as soon as we can to be with him.
I rushed to the vet to see him. My mom and sisters were on their way to get there as soon as they could. They took me into the comfort room and brought him in with me while we were waited for the others to arrive. Seeing how rapidly he descended into such pain was astonishing. It was time. He couldn't possibly be in anymore pain. Everything was prepared for when the rest of the family got here. I didn't want to believe that this would be the last time I would ever see him... But he passed on. Peacefully and quietly in the end.
Imagining my life without him is almost impossible. Even though he's been gone for 2 weeks, I still feel like I'm going to see him again and that he's just temporarily gone. It's hard seeing his favorite place to sleep so empty. Going to make them their meals and still taking out 3 plates, when there's only 2 of them now... It breaks my heart... again and again...
Many well wishes were sent. |
Spencer sent this to me... So kind, so true... |
*Lot's of furry love*
Oh I know exactly how you feel as I was just there myself on July 8th I lost my 13 1/2 year old terrier mix. She was to the point where getting up and down was very painful for her, she'd gone blind, and was having issues going to the bathroom outside. My other half made the decision really without talking to me to have her euthanasia and had his mother do it. It was very hard for me and it still pains me. My sympathies is with you.
ReplyDeleteI lost my best buddy, Bogie, when he was 17 years old. When he was a pup, he was so small I carried him home in my shirt pocket. I know what you're going through...I cried for hours when Bo died, and felt awful for more than a month. I still can't walk down the pet-food aisle at the market without getting a little sad. You have my most sincere sympathies. Love to you.
ReplyDeleteI can tell how much you loved your dog with the way you described him. I feel sorry for your loss, although it’s been a year since he passed away. I know you still remember and miss him. I think it’s a good thing that you decided to have him cremated. That way, when you see his urn, you will still feel that he’s around. He will always be there, watching over you and supporting you. Have you thought about getting a new dog already?
ReplyDelete-Chang Poulin