I’m sitting here, waiting to take my pair of elderly dogs in to the vets for the last goodbye.
It’s really very sad, just sort of a dreadful pain at waiting. It was the earliest appointment we could get for a Monday morning.
On Friday, Gypsy had a bad seizure/stroke and though I thought she might be doing somewhat alright afterwards, walking, acting fairly normalish… she really just was not coming through it all well by Sunday night. She was walking tilted and had very poor control on her right side of her body. She just really doesn’t seem to know what is up, and we’ve been carrying her back and forth outside, and she was wetting herself and just, well, not good. A vet tech friend of ours helped us through some of the questions and said it was just not something there was much that could be done with a very elderly old dog.
And this morning, Dingo just lost most of the ability to walk, his bodily controls were gone, and he is just so feeble and unable to stand for more than a few minutes. He’s blind, deaf and we just can’t keep any weight on him, he’s just wasting away.
It seems ironic, in some weird way that both of them should suffer serious health setbacks within a few days of each other. I guess it’s fitting, they have been together most of their lives, so I think it’s probably best that they go together. Weird, but in a way, I think it will be better for everyone, to have to have a big smack of grief instead of doing this twice, and so likely, within day or weeks of each other.
They say, you always know when it’s “time” and until this weekend, I was hopeful that they were doing fairly okay, at least seemed to be enjoying life and capable of handling potty time and getting up and down to go out, lots of treats, sleeping and such. It wasn’t time yet. But the last 48 hours it’s all just come crashing down around us, and it’s so apparent, that it’s time now.
Please keep us in your thoughts and prayers around 2:30… this is going to be a really rough and sad day.