I had to have my beloved Australian Red Heeler Mix, Gramps, euthanized yestereday afternoon. He was 16 years old, and had mast cell tumors all over. I knew it was coming, but it's something you're never fully prepared for. He took a turn for the worse the night before; we got home, and he had vomited dark brown "guck" (blood, the vet told us yesterday.)
The vet said with mast cell tumors, the histamine can cause the lining of the stomach to ulcerate and bleed - hence, the bloody vomit. I was gone when Gramps threw up, but when I returned home, he was weak and staggered around, not steady on his feet. He went to get a drink of water, and I was sitting on the floor by his food bowl. After he got his drink, he nuzzled his head into my armpit - twice - as if to say "Mom, I don't fee good." I carried him down and laid him on my bed. He slept for a few hours, then woke me, trying to get off the bed. I set him on the floor, and he slept there until morning.
I have other dogs, and the usual routine is: when one is awake and up, the rest chime in. Everybody did so yesterday morning - except Gramps. He just laid on his doggie bed. I knew something was terribly wrong. I called my vet's office, but OF COURSE, Gramps' usual vet was off yesterday. The only vet in the clinic was one whose bedside manner leaves A LOT to be desired. I didn't want her touching Gramps. I did call our "usual" vet at home, but got his answering machine. I left a message, but never heard back (maybe he was out of town? I don't know....) Anyway, the day lingered on....Gramps did stand with my assistance and ate all his breakfast, and drank some water. After that, he laid down on his bed, and he never got up again (crying now).
At times, he would lift his head and look around, then it would fall back down onto his bed. About 2:30 both my boyfriend and I said to each other 'he can't go on like this - we need to do something.' I called a vet that a friend of mine uses. She was FABULOUS, to say the least. She came in even though her clinic was closed, and just did a phenomenal job with ever aspect of things: my grief, making sure Gramps was relaxed and sedated, talking with my boyfriend and me about our wishes afterwards (we chose cremation), etc. We were not rushed in any way. It's been a very long time since I've shed that many tears, and I can't tell you how many times in the last 24 hours I've burst into tears and just started to sob. We have other dogs, but there's one less on the living room floor, in the kitchen at feeding time, on the bed at night.
This is SO hard for me....it's just agonizing...I physically HURT...I feel a pit in my stomach, and feel nauseous and sad, and this overwhelming sense of loss.
I think my biggest thing is: will I ever see my dog again? Amazon had some GREAT books that I ordered a bit ago about life after death for animals; I'm eager for those to get here. I also came across some "religious" websites that pretty much, in effect, said: "sorry, animals have no soul and no spirit - you won't see your pet again." How CRUEL and hurtful. Everyone is entitled to their beliefs, but it just came across so harsh.......
THANK YOU, whoever reads this, and if you'd take a moment and remember Gramps and myself, we'd appreciate it.
Thanks again,
~Michelle