MagnoliaDee
Well-Known Member
I made a post in my livejournal account... I'm cross posting it here.
"Goodbye my little man..."
Yesterday my vet and I decided that it was time for Jacub to no longer suffer. I took him in with a list of things, get a CBC, more fluids, more meds, temp, weight, etc. His weight was down a fair bit and both the vet and tech (the same tech who took care of him that first day) said that he was very boney. When I'd massage his tummy I had to be very careful... there was just nothing between his ribs and his skin. I was trying very hard to get all the food into him I could. He didn't want it, but I couldn't let him just eat veggies and some hay. The main reason I took him in was so the vet could have a look at his "down" eye. It was looking aweful. When she pulled it open it was really difficult to look at. It was obvious just how sore and raw it was for him. She thought he had a scratch on it as well. When she looked in his ears, she said they were just full again of the infection. Grabbed a couple q-tips and I couldn't believe how much came out... it was just sick... solid. The meds just weren't making him better. He was rolling soo much... I used to be able to pick him up carefully... but the past few days just trying to pick him up was sending him into spinning fits. Back a couple weeks ago he was trying to get up on his feet by rolling to his right... he'd get up and roll back on his left. But now, he had no interest in trying to go right to get on his feet... just rolling to the left. When he stopped taking his pumpkin and veggies I knew he wasn't in a good place. So I redoubled efforts to help him with the stasis. Gave him more ovol... lots of gentle tummy massages. And was able to get him interested in his veggies and a bit of hay again. On the weekend I happened to be there when he urinated... and he had to struggle to wiggle away from it, which sent him rolling.
I am just soo heartbroken with how things went. He was fine the thursday night before it all happened. And then sometime overnight, everything just went horribly wrong. Progressing to where he was as of yesterday... laying there, unable to move, unable to get water. I'm sure there will be some who question my decision... I am questioning it over and over myself. All I can do is hope and pray that it was the right one to make. I couldn't see letting him get even worse off.
When I came here to make this post... I saw my last entry... dated march of this year. It says, "Jacub just binkied for me... he doesn't do it much, so I know he must be happy... gosh I love him". That really chokes me up... he was the sweetest little guy... never had a mean bone in his body... just love. Just a heart of gold. I hate that this happened to him... I hate that he had to suffer like he did... I hate that the last two weeks of his life were spent getting needles in his neck. I hate that I wasn't able to help him. I hate that he's gone.
I hope that he's in Heaven now... and binkying in lush green fields. I hope he knows how much I love him, and miss him. I hope he can forgive me for doing what I did. God and angles, please hold him close to you, pet and love him... until I can do it again myself.
You will be forever in my heart Jacub.
Love mommy.
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"Goodbye my little man..."
Yesterday my vet and I decided that it was time for Jacub to no longer suffer. I took him in with a list of things, get a CBC, more fluids, more meds, temp, weight, etc. His weight was down a fair bit and both the vet and tech (the same tech who took care of him that first day) said that he was very boney. When I'd massage his tummy I had to be very careful... there was just nothing between his ribs and his skin. I was trying very hard to get all the food into him I could. He didn't want it, but I couldn't let him just eat veggies and some hay. The main reason I took him in was so the vet could have a look at his "down" eye. It was looking aweful. When she pulled it open it was really difficult to look at. It was obvious just how sore and raw it was for him. She thought he had a scratch on it as well. When she looked in his ears, she said they were just full again of the infection. Grabbed a couple q-tips and I couldn't believe how much came out... it was just sick... solid. The meds just weren't making him better. He was rolling soo much... I used to be able to pick him up carefully... but the past few days just trying to pick him up was sending him into spinning fits. Back a couple weeks ago he was trying to get up on his feet by rolling to his right... he'd get up and roll back on his left. But now, he had no interest in trying to go right to get on his feet... just rolling to the left. When he stopped taking his pumpkin and veggies I knew he wasn't in a good place. So I redoubled efforts to help him with the stasis. Gave him more ovol... lots of gentle tummy massages. And was able to get him interested in his veggies and a bit of hay again. On the weekend I happened to be there when he urinated... and he had to struggle to wiggle away from it, which sent him rolling.
I am just soo heartbroken with how things went. He was fine the thursday night before it all happened. And then sometime overnight, everything just went horribly wrong. Progressing to where he was as of yesterday... laying there, unable to move, unable to get water. I'm sure there will be some who question my decision... I am questioning it over and over myself. All I can do is hope and pray that it was the right one to make. I couldn't see letting him get even worse off.
When I came here to make this post... I saw my last entry... dated march of this year. It says, "Jacub just binkied for me... he doesn't do it much, so I know he must be happy... gosh I love him". That really chokes me up... he was the sweetest little guy... never had a mean bone in his body... just love. Just a heart of gold. I hate that this happened to him... I hate that he had to suffer like he did... I hate that the last two weeks of his life were spent getting needles in his neck. I hate that I wasn't able to help him. I hate that he's gone.
I hope that he's in Heaven now... and binkying in lush green fields. I hope he knows how much I love him, and miss him. I hope he can forgive me for doing what I did. God and angles, please hold him close to you, pet and love him... until I can do it again myself.
You will be forever in my heart Jacub.
Love mommy.
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