Her body is gone.
It was not the easiest choice, considering she was only a year old.
She just started being the best guard dog.
But her body had shut down and she stopped eating, yet was vomiting bile.
From the tests Dr. Bob did, he deduced that she only had a few days left, so it seemed like the best idea would be to allow her to go before she wound up suffering.
I cried so hard. I'm pretty wiped from it.
But I do have to tell you about the people who were there at Dr. Bob's.
It seemed like this girl was a little clueless when she came in.
When she saw that I was in tears, she asked, "Is she OK?"
I told her she wasn't, that she was in renal failure, but I guess she doesn't really grasp what that means. She replied, "We have some herbs to help that. We saved a dog from a heart attack with our herbs."
Really? So, when you saw a dog having a heart attack, did you just run screaming, "This dog is having a heart attack! Quick! Grab the herbs!"
Now, I'm all about the natural remedies. I'll take natural over pharmaceutical any time there's an option.
But renal failure? Her body had simply shut down and she was delirious, which was why she would just walk somewhere and stare into the nothing-ness.
We had suspected that she was not 'right' for a long time. As in, since a few months after we rescued her. We always thought that she was an 'odd' dog.
I can't tell you how many times we've said, "She's not like other dogs."
Dr. Bob's tests didn't show any actual poisoning, but that her body just did this on her own. Her kidney has been failing for a long time and her body finally gave in.
I would have tried anything if I knew a year ago that her little body wasn't producing like it should.
We just didn't know.
But back to Flower Child.
Her mother was there and Hippy-Dip was telling her mother about a motorcycle accident and how the doctors are making the victim have surgery without pain killers.
I guess this is their first experience with the fact that this country refuses pain killers under every circumstance. Yes, even surgery.
So, what was the mother's response?!?!? "Oh, that's horrible! She needs a new doctor! I'm going to have to bring her my healing mat!"
Really?!?!?! What fucking planet did you people come from?!
Oh, but the finale was when Dr. Bob's blood tests proved their dog had tick poisoning, and the girl's response was, "But, he doesn't have ticks!"
That was enough.
Through all my sobbing and dying from grief, I had to retreat outside to be alone and cry without all the stupidity.
Since coming home, I've slept away the tears and The Donkey has been acting out of control.
She also won't stop sniffing Papi's shorts.
It's as if she's saying, "I can smell the death. Why can I smell the death!"
She keeps walking around searching for Pathetic Puppy.
The Thug is coming for hugs and won't stop talking. He seems to be saying, "Where's my toy. I liked that toy."
Jake-a-Like is needy.
Papi and I are so sad.
Her little spirit was more than alive, even if her body had been dying for a long time.
I whispered in her ear to come with me. That she didn't need that sickly body any more.
That she could still be with us every day.
Amongst the angels.
It was not the easiest choice, considering she was only a year old.
She just started being the best guard dog.
But her body had shut down and she stopped eating, yet was vomiting bile.
From the tests Dr. Bob did, he deduced that she only had a few days left, so it seemed like the best idea would be to allow her to go before she wound up suffering.
I cried so hard. I'm pretty wiped from it.
But I do have to tell you about the people who were there at Dr. Bob's.
It seemed like this girl was a little clueless when she came in.
When she saw that I was in tears, she asked, "Is she OK?"
I told her she wasn't, that she was in renal failure, but I guess she doesn't really grasp what that means. She replied, "We have some herbs to help that. We saved a dog from a heart attack with our herbs."
Really? So, when you saw a dog having a heart attack, did you just run screaming, "This dog is having a heart attack! Quick! Grab the herbs!"
Now, I'm all about the natural remedies. I'll take natural over pharmaceutical any time there's an option.
But renal failure? Her body had simply shut down and she was delirious, which was why she would just walk somewhere and stare into the nothing-ness.
We had suspected that she was not 'right' for a long time. As in, since a few months after we rescued her. We always thought that she was an 'odd' dog.
I can't tell you how many times we've said, "She's not like other dogs."
Dr. Bob's tests didn't show any actual poisoning, but that her body just did this on her own. Her kidney has been failing for a long time and her body finally gave in.
I would have tried anything if I knew a year ago that her little body wasn't producing like it should.
We just didn't know.
But back to Flower Child.
Her mother was there and Hippy-Dip was telling her mother about a motorcycle accident and how the doctors are making the victim have surgery without pain killers.
I guess this is their first experience with the fact that this country refuses pain killers under every circumstance. Yes, even surgery.
So, what was the mother's response?!?!? "Oh, that's horrible! She needs a new doctor! I'm going to have to bring her my healing mat!"
Really?!?!?! What fucking planet did you people come from?!
Oh, but the finale was when Dr. Bob's blood tests proved their dog had tick poisoning, and the girl's response was, "But, he doesn't have ticks!"
That was enough.
Through all my sobbing and dying from grief, I had to retreat outside to be alone and cry without all the stupidity.
Since coming home, I've slept away the tears and The Donkey has been acting out of control.
She also won't stop sniffing Papi's shorts.
It's as if she's saying, "I can smell the death. Why can I smell the death!"
She keeps walking around searching for Pathetic Puppy.
The Thug is coming for hugs and won't stop talking. He seems to be saying, "Where's my toy. I liked that toy."
Jake-a-Like is needy.
Papi and I are so sad.
Her little spirit was more than alive, even if her body had been dying for a long time.
I whispered in her ear to come with me. That she didn't need that sickly body any more.
That she could still be with us every day.
Amongst the angels.
i let go of sorrow, while holding on to love
It's a horrible choice to have to make, and I am sorry you had to make it. Don't second-guess yourself!
ReplyDeleteit is so hard to think about that decision. but looking back we see that she wasn't a healthy dog from the start. poor li'l girl. so we truly are fortunate to have had her for these 10 months.
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