This has honestly been one of the worst weekends I can ever remember. My dog - 8 or 9 y/o - went to the vet on Thursday because she wasn't acting right and she passed blood and tissue instead of stool. Got her in and discovered her spleen was enlarged and they would need to do emergency surgery. They took it out, it was 5 times the size of a normal spleen. Vet said if we had waited even an hour more she wouldn't have made it. All I kept thinking was how glad I was that I got her in when I did.
They kept her overnight and the next morning, my other one had an appt so I took them both home the same time. The sick one - Cleo - her blood levels were still off but not so horribly bad that it was concerning. I made an appt to meet the assisting vet at the office on Saturday so she could take another blood sample and check on her throughout the weekend.
Got her home and she was tired, as expected. I was doing some stuff around the house but keeping an eye on her and all of a sudden, her whole stomach area was heaving. I called the vet who said to try to get her in but she wouldn't stand up and I can't lift her. Called DH and he was on his way home when she passed away. This happened in about a 15 minute timespan.
This has been so hard. Our other 2 are 14 and 15 - we've been preparing ourselves for them since we know it's coming but we thought we had a good 5 or 6 more years with Cleo. I know it's not anyone's fault, but I keep going over the would've, could've, should've's in my head.
I guess I just needed to get it out. I keep thinking I smell her around me and I can't stand looking at the spot where I was holding her when she died. Unfortunately, it's at the top of my stairs so I have to go through there all the time. I'm hoping this gets easier - I don't think I realized just how much I loved her.
They kept her overnight and the next morning, my other one had an appt so I took them both home the same time. The sick one - Cleo - her blood levels were still off but not so horribly bad that it was concerning. I made an appt to meet the assisting vet at the office on Saturday so she could take another blood sample and check on her throughout the weekend.
Got her home and she was tired, as expected. I was doing some stuff around the house but keeping an eye on her and all of a sudden, her whole stomach area was heaving. I called the vet who said to try to get her in but she wouldn't stand up and I can't lift her. Called DH and he was on his way home when she passed away. This happened in about a 15 minute timespan.
This has been so hard. Our other 2 are 14 and 15 - we've been preparing ourselves for them since we know it's coming but we thought we had a good 5 or 6 more years with Cleo. I know it's not anyone's fault, but I keep going over the would've, could've, should've's in my head.
I guess I just needed to get it out. I keep thinking I smell her around me and I can't stand looking at the spot where I was holding her when she died. Unfortunately, it's at the top of my stairs so I have to go through there all the time. I'm hoping this gets easier - I don't think I realized just how much I loved her.
