[Discussion] Losing my best friend on Sunday. https://ift.tt/eA8V8J Tomorrow my boy, Max, will be 13 years old. He's been with me since I was 8 years old and he was just 6 months. Almost 5 years ago, he was hit by a car and has been paralyzed from the waist down ever since. The vet told my parents that he would never be able to walk again and perhaps should think about putting him to sleep. My siblings and I threw a fit and sobbed. We refused and begged them to save him. We ended up bringing him home from the vet just to see if he'd improve from being in a familiar place with his family and our other pup. He quickly recovered and seemed back to his normal self, just, y'know, unable to walk. We got him a doggie wheelchair and he adapted to his new life. We'd wheelbarrow him around if he wanted to move places and my mom would help him go to the bathroom and change his diapers. Everything had been going well until this past year. He started to whimper out of nowhere and scream in pain randomly. He stopped eating at times and then things seemed to be back to normal a week later. It was a lot of back and forth. We got in touch with a vet working within an animal hospice service and explained the situation. She provided us with medication and said if there was no improvement, we'd have to discuss alternatives like euthanasia. He ended up responding very well to the medication and we concluded that his teeth/mouth was hurting him which is why he'd stop eating and yelp at times. For months he'd been doing well and then again, he started declining, even with the medication. It's come to the point where we've scheduled an appointment for this Sunday, August 18, for him to be put down. I've been spending every moment with him, crying and holding him, giving him cuddles and kisses, and trying to come to terms with losing him forever. I've been reading tons of posts on reddit and those poems about dog deaths and I don't know what to do. I'm not a religious person so having him die is him ceasing to exist. My mom ordered a pet casket and we plan on burying him in our yard and I bawl just thinking of his body being put in there and covered in dirt and him just being gone. I sometimes think, "What if he doesn't want to go? What if he'll improve?" But I look in his eyes and know this isn't the life I want for him or he wants. I guess I'm just here to rant but also wanting to hear from others. dogs
Tomorrow my boy, Max, will be 13 years old. He's been with me since I was 8 years old and he was just 6 months. Almost 5 years ago, he was hit by a car and has been paralyzed from the waist down ever since. The vet told my parents that he would never be able to walk again and perhaps should think about putting him to sleep. My siblings and I threw a fit and sobbed. We refused and begged them to save him. We ended up bringing him home from the vet just to see if he'd improve from being in a familiar place with his family and our other pup. He quickly recovered and seemed back to his normal self, just, y'know, unable to walk. We got him a doggie wheelchair and he adapted to his new life. We'd wheelbarrow him around if he wanted to move places and my mom would help him go to the bathroom and change his diapers.Everything had been going well until this past year. He started to whimper out of nowhere and scream in pain randomly. He stopped eating at times and then things seemed to be back to normal a week later. It was a lot of back and forth. We got in touch with a vet working within an animal hospice service and explained the situation. She provided us with medication and said if there was no improvement, we'd have to discuss alternatives like euthanasia. He ended up responding very well to the medication and we concluded that his teeth/mouth was hurting him which is why he'd stop eating and yelp at times. For months he'd been doing well and then again, he started declining, even with the medication.It's come to the point where we've scheduled an appointment for this Sunday, August 18, for him to be put down. I've been spending every moment with him, crying and holding him, giving him cuddles and kisses, and trying to come to terms with losing him forever. I've been reading tons of posts on reddit and those poems about dog deaths and I don't know what to do. I'm not a religious person so having him die is him ceasing to exist.My mom ordered a pet casket and we plan on burying him in our yard and I bawl just thinking of his body being put in there and covered in dirt and him just being gone. I sometimes think, "What if he doesn't want to go? What if he'll improve?" But I look in his eyes and know this isn't the life I want for him or he wants.I guess I'm just here to rant but also wanting to hear from others. via /r/dogs https://ift.tt/2KIM8rk
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