May 14, 2007
From the desk of Jane Galt:Dog update
The vet called at 1:30 this morning to say that the dog appears to have some sort of septic condition in his abdomen requiring really unbelievably expensive surgery with a guarded prognosis. They were supposed to call me back within a half an hour to tell me what the plan was. Now it is 2:23, and I am alone in a friend's house in Philadelphia . . . well, not alone, but bereft of people one can call at 2:23 in the morning. There's really no way to put a chipper face on it: everything is pretty rotten. 2007 may just have beaten 2006 and 2002 for the title of "worst year of my life" and it's only May.
Posted by Jane Galt at May 14, 2007 2:22 AM | TrackBack | Technorati inbound links"); ?>Not much to say except sorry to hear that. Hope it goes as well as possible.
Posted by: fmb on May 14, 2007 4:05 AMI'm so sorry to hear about your dog. It's a damn hard thing to deal with. (hug)
Posted by: D on May 14, 2007 4:59 AMI'm so sorry. It's the type of thing every dog owner dreads.
Posted by: myhusbandrules on May 14, 2007 7:46 AMI had to put down my beagle Sassy a few weeks ago. She had developed a pattern of getting some sort of stomach problem, we'd get the vet to shoot her up with anti-convulsants and anti-biotics, she'd do better for a few months. She was 14, almost 15, years old.
This time the drugs didn't work. She ended up having seizures and paralyzed. I don't know if she had a stroke or something like that but she wouldn't even take human food when offered.
I took her to the emergency vet to have her put down. They took her away from me for about 10 minutes which really pissed me off - the last thing I wanted was for her to be afraid and with strangers for 10 of the last 15 minutes of her life.
They brought her to me in the treatment room for about 5 minutes before the vet showed up. I petted her and told her I loved her, something she'd heard thousands of times before. I took her head in my hands and looked her straight in the eye as the vet shot her up with an overdose of anesthesia. She fell asleep about 30 seconds before her heart stopped beating.
It was creepy, and made me nauseous. My wife cried throughout. We both know we did the right thing though and that helps.
If your dog is at the end of his life you have to make a hard choice. Do it for yourself as well as for him. Don't waste your money on proceedures that may only extend his suffering.
Posted by: Dwilkers on May 14, 2007 2:19 PMThought I'd let you know here, since the other post has gone pear shaped, the many people of good conscience are wishing you none but the best. While that does little to stop this particular pain, at the least I hope it blunts the cuts of the inconsiderate.
I will not say: do not weep; for not all tears are an evil.
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