Samara
Well-Known Member
We rushed our 5 year old mix to the ER vet tonight; she vomited bile yesterday and tonight she heaved bubbles and was gassy. On the way to the vet her stomach started to bloat massively.
Her stomach had knotted. The vet said she had a 50/50 chance of surviving surgery.
We weren't sure if we'd have to put her to rest because of her ongoing hip problems. We'd just recently talked about it.
And now I feel like I jinxed her.
We asked for her to be put to rest. I laid on the floor with her and talked softly to her as she passed. She was in so much agony. Even on pain meds from the vet she was howling.
We're having her body cremated and we'll spread the ashes in our usual way, as we have in the past with other pets.
Our other dog, Troy, doesn't know what to think. He was leery when he smelled my clothes when we got home.
I can't stop looking at her things. Her bed. Her toys. The spot where I cleaned up her vomit from earlier.
I hate this. I hate it.
We've had her since October. She was a shelter dog. She had an owner for her first year of life and when he died she was put in a shelter. She stayed and stayed. Till we came this past October.
So many years in a shelter. So few months of freedom and happiness.
Not fair. Not even close to fair.
I can't stop crying. My kids are sleeping. I had my brother come over when we left for the vet. They don't even know yet. I'll keep them from school tomorrow.
My guts hurts. My head and my heart hurt.
I miss her.
11/21/2006-3/19/12
Her stomach had knotted. The vet said she had a 50/50 chance of surviving surgery.
We weren't sure if we'd have to put her to rest because of her ongoing hip problems. We'd just recently talked about it.
And now I feel like I jinxed her.
We asked for her to be put to rest. I laid on the floor with her and talked softly to her as she passed. She was in so much agony. Even on pain meds from the vet she was howling.
We're having her body cremated and we'll spread the ashes in our usual way, as we have in the past with other pets.
Our other dog, Troy, doesn't know what to think. He was leery when he smelled my clothes when we got home.
I can't stop looking at her things. Her bed. Her toys. The spot where I cleaned up her vomit from earlier.
I hate this. I hate it.
We've had her since October. She was a shelter dog. She had an owner for her first year of life and when he died she was put in a shelter. She stayed and stayed. Till we came this past October.
So many years in a shelter. So few months of freedom and happiness.
Not fair. Not even close to fair.
I can't stop crying. My kids are sleeping. I had my brother come over when we left for the vet. They don't even know yet. I'll keep them from school tomorrow.
My guts hurts. My head and my heart hurt.
I miss her.
11/21/2006-3/19/12