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  1. Thank you to all for the words of kindness and comfort. I had never lost a dog before and could not believe how hard it was. I still miss Shadow, more sometimes than others, but because of him I was able to open my heart and home to a new dog, and be an even better dog-mom this time. ❤️❤️❤️ Rest in peace, sweet dog. Still love you lots.
  2. They said they used peroxide then Neosporin. The tail was slick with ointment when I checked it.
  3. There are pics on Facebook, can't recall how to post them here.
  4. So we boarded Sully overnight at "Hotel for Dogs". My husband came home and said, " You arę NOT going to be happy." My sweet white dog was speckled with dried blood and had a bandaged tail! They said another dog knocked a kennel door closed on Sully's tail. They were very nonchalant, utterly unapologetic and did not call us when the incident happened. He was also favoring his right back leg as if he pulled a muscle or something. I took off the self clinging wrap this afternoon, it seems like the top inch is red and bruised, and there seemed to be a small cut two inches from the top. It didn't bleed when I washed it and he didn't flinch when I handled it. I applied gauze and wrapped it with self clinging wrap. We returned home to the wrap on the floor by the wall and small flecks of blood EVERYWHERE in the entryway. Luckily it stayed on until he heard our car in the driveway. Of course I'm the one who grabbed him and pulled off his muzzle, so my nice shirt and Kate Spade bag were also sprayed like little dots of spray paint. It stopped bleeding once he stopped wagging it, and the one big smear on the corner of the wall by the front door is probably where he whacked the bandage off. He's resting comfortably and eating fine, so not an emergency. 1. Do you think he needs a vet visit? 2. Any tips on keeping it covered? It seems if I did anything more than ointment and self cling wrap it's too heave and falls off. 3. Would you be ticked off at the daycare? I know accidents happen, but they acted like its normal to send home limping blood spattered dogs. I'm so upset and angry. I always worry leaving any dog with someone and this did NOT help. I feel terrible for trusting these stupid people with my furkid! I will likely be cleaning up happy tail crime scene for weeks, and thanks to the search feature on greytalk, found out the tissue could die and he might need the top amputated... And not even a sorry! Ugh! Any/all advice appreciated.
  5. I am so sorry you are a new member to this awful "club". We were in your shoes last August. We took Shadow home, to see if on enough meds, he could have some quality of life. I am a realist enough I had phone numbers of two different vets who euthanize at home in our area. 2 nights later it was my husband's turn to sleep downstairs with Shadow. That morning he told me it was time--he had given double the vet's dose and sooner to boot and said he looked restless and uncomfortable. He collapsed on his morning pee break, and we had to carry him inside. Thank goodness the vet had an opening in 3 hours! He got the best breakfast ever and his favorite neighbor came by with yummy homemade treats, his passing was quick and peaceful. If I had a time machine I would have spoiled him the day before and avoided that painful last night he had. He had seemed to perk up a bit the previous day--we thought we finally got the right dose to handle his pain. I could not believe how quickly things went south. You love him with all your heart, you will know when it's time. There is no magic formula. I would try to get some of these wonderful greytalkers to give you mobile vet reccs in your area, or talk to your vet about what he or she can do, and when. If you can't afford in-home, try to have a friend on standby to help drive you guys when the time comes so you aren't alone with a heavy, panicked dog in pain. We had grey neighbor's who came over at 11:30 at night to help us get him in the car the night he was diagnosed, we were so lucky! The only thing I can say for sure is nothing can prepare you for this, but the people on these boards have been there and have plenty of advice, love, and compassion for you and your sweet hound. I really really relied on the support here in our time of need, and am here for the next greytalkers who needs someone who "gets it". I am so sorry you are a new member to this awful "club". We were in your shoes last August. We took Shadow home, to see if on enough meds, he could have some quality of life. I am a realist enough I had phone numbers of two different vets who euthanize at home in our area. 2 nights later it was my husband's turn to sleep downstairs with Shadow. That morning he told me it was time--he had given double the vet's dose and sooner to boot and said he looked restless and uncomfortable. He collapsed on his morning pee break, and we had to carry him inside. Thank goodness the vet had an opening in 3 hours! He got the best breakfast ever and his favorite neighbor came by with yummy homemade treats, his passing was quick and peaceful. If I had a time machine I would have spoiled him the day before and avoided that painful last night he had. He had seemed to perk up a bit the previous day--we thought we finally got the right dose to handle his pain. I could not believe how quickly things went south. You love him with all your heart, you will know when it's time. There is no magic formula. I would try to get some of these wonderful greytalkers to give you mobile vet reccs in your area, or talk to your vet about what he or she can do, and when. If you can't afford in-home, try to have a friend on standby to help drive you guys when the time comes so you aren't alone with a heavy, panicked dog in pain. We had grey neighbor's who came over at 11:30 at night to help us get him in the car the night he was diagnosed, we were so lucky! The only thing I can say for sure is nothing can prepare you for this, but the people on these boards have been there and have plenty of advice, love, and compassion for you and your sweet hound. I really really relied on the support here in our time of need, and am here for the next greytalkers who needs someone who "gets it". Sorry for the double post. I shouldn't post from my phone when I've been crying.
  6. We briefly had a female, she smelled better than either of our boys ever did. I am cursed with a super sniffer too, I feel your pain. I have learned if I can smell it, there is something going on somewhere. My husband takes my word for it now if I smell something bad. Is your girl ever off leash in the yard? Could she be rubbing against any stinky trees or bushes? I wonder if she is having a reaction to the scent beads or soap? I'd try washing bedding with unscented detergent in hot water, no fabric softener, maybe with baking soda or vinegar, or give an extra rinse cycle. Maybe give her a bath with just water or an unscented hypoallergenic dog shampoo, in case she's getting some kind of reaction to the shampoo. I've found my hounds get stinky all over if they are gassy or need their teeth brushed. Maybe cut out the people food scraps and give simethicone with meals. I would def get a vet visit in while she is in full stink mode, and get bumps looked at (allergy? Infection?) Let us know what happens! Good luck!
  7. Thank you all! My husband got crafty with foam weatherstripping tape and the bridge of dog's nose is healing nicely. He is making good progress, and in a month or so we might start short forays with no muzzle and see if all hell breaks loose. ;-) ( He meaning dog, not husband. Husband had had run of house when I'm not home for 8 years with few problems, lol)
  8. Oh Percy! I never met him, but I always enjoyed his posts! I am so sorry for your loss, Ducky. There is nothing better in life than the love of a sweet old dog. It always sounded like he had the BEST golden years of his life with you, and lived and died knowing he was so very loved, pampered, and cherished in your home. I hope that thought brings you some comfort. *hugs*
  9. We love our new boy, Sully! He's a good boy, and has withstood 3 1/2 hours alone with no major incidents uncrated, with baby gates and a muzzle on. He licks the stuff out of his Kong then appears to nap in the office upstairs. He has a small scab on the top middle of his muzzle, from muzzle rub. He had this back in the original adoption picture. It heals, but it opens up when he is muzzled again the next day. We have to muzzle him when we go out at present, he is freaking Curious George and everything to him is a chew toy. Nobody told him at 5 he isn't a puppy anymore! He is also a jumper and counter surfer So To dog proof enough to not worry about him hurting himself, we would have to empty an entire room. I'm sure this isn't forever, he's new to home life and will hopefully be able to be left without the muzzle once He stops generalizing from his toys and bones to everything that's not his. He bats things around with the muzzle on, so even with moleskin or gauze or a combination of both, there are still a few dots of blood on the muzzle and that dang scab is off when we get home. It doesn't seem to bother him but I want it to heal. Any recommendations on muzzles to order online that might cause less friction on him would be welcome .
  10. Good to know. Ordered a harness from Amazon for the mean time. He is a good dog but I suspect his prey drive might be stronger than I am! Part of me wishes I could let him dispatch with some of those damn tulip-bulb-stealers! Hopefully the novelty will wear off.
  11. Sully slept like a champ in our bedroom once we finally got him upstairs. I woke up each time he shifted but he was very good- I got nosey in the face twice but telling him I'm still here, go back to bed was all he needed. We woke him up at 6:00 for morning turnout. Hoping to inch forward to 7:30 eventually. He keeps play bowing at mirrors and at night the windows and tv reflect and kind of wigged him out- he tries to jump up. He is much more mellow today. I went out for an hour, now DH is going out for a few hours. I'm going to offer a Kong w peanut butter while I do laundry in the forbidden basement for a little bit. If all goes well, we'll try to Kong and drive around the block and back. He notices every damn squirrel, but is already more correctable. I shorten up his leash and hold by the extra hand hold and even I can keep him under control (with effort). Walking a new dog is like steering a drunken sailor, I had forgotten about that, lol.
  12. I don't know why it's sideways, but it's been that sort of day! He really does sleep like a dead cockroach! Our last boy had an oblong chest or something, so when he tried to roach he usually flopped over the other way. Sully is just cracking us up sleeping all splayed out like that. :-) Sully is a sweet lovey boy so far. He was overwhelmed at first in the house, but after an hour of perimeter checks, he finally sat down and stopped panting. He's had a short walk, dinner and 2 turnouts. Things we have already learned: • He eats like a champ! • He's a leaner! • Did I mention he is sweet and lovey? • He takes simple correction well- he wants to be a good boy, as soon as we teach him what that entails. • He really really finds squirrels interesting. We kept him moving, but he walked away with his head practically turned backwards. Hopefully that novelty will wear off. • He *can* do stairs, but it isn't pretty yet. • I need to dog proof a higher zone of the house, this boy is a climber and a reacher, unlike our last 2. • We need to secure the TV and or TV stand so he doesn't knock it over (again, not a problem with last 2) • We will definitely need to go through all the steps in alone training. We got home late today and he whined when DH went into the yard to scoop, and I'm told he whined and paced while I took the garbage out. So Greyhounds for dummies suggested the first day we go into another room for 5-15 minutes, to see how he does. We went into the front room and gated him in the family room. That lasted just over 2 minutes. He put his paws on the cutouts in the wall between the two rooms and was peeking at us (and knocked over the knick knacks on it, I thought they were up high enough…. not!) We're sitting again and once he's chilled out we'll try again for 5 minutes in another room without him. Maybe the kitchen? I'm exhausted, it's been a long day, we didn't get home until after 5pm. I hope I didn't make a mistake not getting a crate for him. The plan had been to leave him alone muzzled and baby gated in one room when we left. He seems to work out his stress (like when we've said "no") on chewing the rawhide and bone, and he can't do that in a muzzle. When my husband was outside, Sully was distractible with food, so I have hope a kong will distract him. I guess we'll get through the night, and see what tomorrow brings!
  13. The pictures were beautiful--what a wonderful life Frisby had with you! Walking in the heather, strolling in the woods, perching up on hilltops admiring the view--your boy was lucky, happy and loved! I hope that is some comfort to you. *hugs*
  14. What a lucky, happy girl Brooke was! Thank you for sharing the video! *hugs*
  15. Shadow the greyhound died this Saturday after a private battle with osteosarcoma. He passed away peacefully at home surrounded by friends and loved ones. Shadow’s early years are shrouded in mystery, but we do know that racing under the name J’s Canyon, he won 11 races in Daytona. He took early retirement and passed through several sets of loving hands until he found his forever home in New Jersey. He thoroughly enjoyed his golden years, lounging on his beds and favorite sofa, and sunning himself on the deck whenever he had the chance. He loved his daily walks “among the people”, checking in with his neighborhood fan club, and constantly inducting new members. One neighbor was so smitten, she adopted two greyhounds of her own! Although retired, he did freelance work as a research assistant, copy editor, children’s book author, therapist, and meal supervisor/food taster. In his spare time he enjoyed the occasional game of catch-the-squeaky-toy, chewing rawhides, and getting ear massages. He would like to be remembered for his joie de vivre, charming manner, and friendliness. He would like to be honored by his fans remembering to love hard, forgive easily, and take the time to enjoy the “little things” in life like a good walk with friends or a sun spot to bask in. For version with pictures, please go here: https://www.pdf-archive.com/2016/08/22/shadowpdf/
  16. Well, I'm sure everyone knew which way this post was going, but it's still been hard to sit down and write it. Friday night Shadow summoned up all the strength he had, got up under his own power unprompted, walked down the 2 steps to the front door, and my husband took him out. He walked back up the 2 steps himself and went back to bed. My husband was thrilled at his progress. We thought without the anxiety meds, maybe he'd be more active. We had only been leaving the house in shifts, so I came home and he went out for a little while. While he was gone, shadow seemed restless, like he couldn't wiggle his front end into a comfortable position. A few hours later I took him out, thinking maybe he had to go. He was a bit rubber-legged, but made it out on his own and took a good #2 in the street. When he came in, he looked at those 2 steps and said, "nope". Realizing that trying to lift him as my husband had could end badly for both of us, I ran up, grabbed some blankets, and the two of us camped out in the front room/hallway for the rest of the evening. Shadow ate some fresh boiled chicken and even drank some of the chicken water left over. DH came home and said maybe Shadow was just worn out from going out twice in a few hours, we'll see what tomorrow brings. It was my husband's turn to sleep with the dog that night. When he heard me stir in the morning, he immediately came upstairs and told me he'd rethought his plan and that it was time, that day. I had had suspicions, but wanted to wait until he came to the same conclusion on his own, so I wasn't forcing it on him. Despite giving him higher doses and giving the pills hours sooner than the schedule we'd been given, Shadow slept fitfully, as if he could not get comfortable. DH barely slept at all. I sprang from my bed to get the phone numbers you all had given me days before, and he took Shadow out. He came in and said, "Call them. Call them today. We can't leave him like this, it's cruel." Shadow apparently had fallen on his way back in, his hind legs giving out completely, just not at all able to hold him up. DH carried him up to the main level and put him on a nest of blankets where Shadow could see just about every area of the house. His eyes were alert, but it's as if his back end were no longer even attached. Dr. Weinberg was in the middle of a situation, and said to call back at lunchtime. He needed to handle what he was doing first, then he'd make arrangements to help us. He was very kind and compassionate and considered our situation a "humanitarian emergency". In the meantime I called Dr. Barnes of Eleos vet, and she said she had a cancellation at noon, and would be willing to come down to us, and I gave her our address. I was shocked that it was all moving so quickly, but my husband and I kept repeating what we so often heard on these boards, "better a day too soon than too late". I made an enormous omelette with everything in the fridge, as well as our 2 remaining chicken cutlets and a hash out of the last of the ham and some boiled rice. Shadow sat up on his elbows and ate everything I fed him. I sat next to him with my breakfast, and he ate more of it than I did, and I was glad to let him have it. His eyes were bright and I got the "whale eye" of anticipation for the egg, cheese, and sausage. He even ate some of my avocado, which I didn't think dogs even ate. (For the record I know now avocado is on the "toxic" list, but it was one piece and of no consequence in this situation) I called the neighbor who had helped me on Wednesday night and said that Shadow was awake, alert and eating like a champ, and that if she wanted a better last memory of him, she was welcome to come by and visit soon. She brought over home-cooked chicken something that he wolfed down to her delight, even looked around as if to ask, "where is the rest of it??" She loved on him and we shared some of our favorite memories of him- how he had the best happy trot, and would always statue if I didn't bring him over to a "fan club member" for pets--he was always a "people dog". Eleos vet came and they were just so wonderful. They took their time to examine our hound, pet him, get to know him. Dr. Barnes concurred with everyone else that he wasn't going to get any better, and that for a dog who can't get up and do the things he loves to do like go for walks and follow his people around, that isn't much of a life. I remarked that he was in heaven already with 2 new pretty ladies fawning over him. By the time it was "time", I felt like they knew and loved him, too. He passed away peacefully in his own home, in his own bed, with kisses and pets all over him, and whispers of "you are such a GOOD DOG" in his ears. You know, I think he DID have a lot of fight in him. I think he fought to overcome his pain, and keep it from us, and live as normal a life as he could for some time--weeks, or possibly months--and Wednesday night, he just could not do it anymore. The worsening cancer plus the trauma of the e-vet's was too much and he never recovered to be the dog he was on Tuesday night. Part of me wishes I'd known, and part of me was glad he wasn't too medicated to enjoy those last few "pack walks" with us. They were short, but he enjoyed the hell out of them. I am so very grateful for the support everyone has given us here, and the times you didn't know you were helping us--like when I searched the forums for "gurgling stomach in morning" and found out he was not hatching baby aliens, and a bedtime cookie and a gas-x each night would take care of that (and start a new ritual that would become his favorite--the last outs cookie). My husband was so very grateful I am the "hope for the best, but prepare for the worst" type of person and that you all had given me numbers I could call at 7 AM on a Saturday, so we didn't have to see him decline any further and be pitifully in pain. I am certain that if we had to wait another 12-24 hours, things would have gone downhill quickly, and ended badly for all concerned. Thank you all for your help and advice. I would HIGHLY recommend Eleos vet for a calm, healing process for both a pet and its owners, if you ever had the need. It was an awful thing to do, but for an awful thing, it was as good as it could be made to be. Although we did not ultimately go with Dr. Weinberg, I could feel his warmth and compassion in just 2 short phone calls with him, and would highly recommend him as well. If we ever have another dog that gets crazy anxious at the vet's I'd consider him for regular care, too. I keep telling myself we absolutely did the right thing, the humane thing, while he still knew we were there and we loved him, but I open the sliding glass door to the deck, or rustle with a plastic bag and am heartbroken there is no jingle of tags and trip-trap of little feet on the hardwood floors to investigate. We went out for breakfast and we didn't have to turn on the radio and get a greenie out before we could go, and the house was silent when we came home, it's really awful. I want to do a happy remembrance of his life and post it in the appropriate thread, but I just can't do it right now. I know other dogs are great, and need homes, and we will have another greyhound someday, even knowing all the weird diseases they are prone to because of their breeding, but at the moment, I just am missing Shadow, J's Canyon, the very BEST DOG EVER. I found this old video and it's been making me smile. Can't seem to export into a file format that works anywhere else: https://twitter.com/Punkintweets/status/767750267618136064
  17. So, something to make us all smile, some photos! My happy boy smiling. Did someone say Treats? So, he slept most of the day, and even ate rice out of my hands lying down. It was so sad! I was sobbing. DH comes home with HAM ENDS and guess who perks right up and makes a liar out of me... Did you say HAM? I was holding out for HAM! So, we take it day by day.
  18. Thank you for the tip, hadn't occurred to me he might not be anywhere nearby if I called. I will contact him this weekend just to touch base. We are closer to the one in Red Bank, which is open 24 hours, that's why we took him there at midnight on Wednesday. I'd rather not take him back there if possible, he had a tough time there, and I think just seeing the place again would put him in a state. In an emergency we could medicate the heck out of him and take him there if we had to. The place in Howell is very well set up and thought out, from your description. I wish more vets were like that. It's awful walking past all the happier healthier dogs on the way out the door.
  19. Thank you for the Dr. Weinberg rec. He's available 24 hours, so I don't have to have anxiety about the fact that s#!& *never* seems to hit the fan during regular business hours! Shadow seemed more like himself this morning, drank a lot of water, rested in a more comfortable looking position, and has been following us around the room with his eyes and "eyebrows of doom", which is more like him. We want to see if we skip just the anxiety med now that he's settled in and had a few rounds of pain meds, if he'd be more active/interactive. I think the trouble with the 2 little steps this morning was more "rubber legs" from the drugs than pain or weakness. DH and I had a talk and made a pact about our baseline goals (eating a meal, walking around a bit, not needing to be carried in and out, getting to lounge in the sun on the deck, "supervising" our dinner as official taste tester, etc) and timeline for when we'll make that call if he can't do any of those things he so loved. It's been wonderful to have such knowledge from people who've been through this already--we haven't told our family and friends yet.
  20. Trazadone 2 50mg Gabapentin 2. 100mg Tramadol. 1 - 1.5 50mg Each 8-12 hrs Deramaxx 50 mg every 24 hours only with food
  21. Thank you for all your support and advice. The past 24 hours have been surreal. The plan to bring him home sedated and calm didn't work out well. I was wondering why he was panting so hard and so upset on the way home. We found out hours later when they ripped the tape off the catheter thingie on his leg and wrapped it up, they must have accidentally taken off a patch of fur and possibly skin on the back of the leg--ouch! Shadow is the bravest of all dogs. It took 45 minutes, but he calmed down and the Lar Par panting stopped and he slept. He woke an hour or so later, and the shot they gave him for pain had worn off. He walked around a bit and started to get wobbly and pant. I got several pills in him (best dog ever doesn't bite me when I stick my fingers in his mouth!) and he rested again. He got up a little while ago and ate a cup of mushy rice out of my hands, along with bits of bread and chicken parm from my dinner. He drank. He got a panicked look and struggled to get up, my husband took him out and bless him, dog took and enormous leak. That's when we discovered that although the hole where the catheter was in his leg was not bleeding, the raw skin on the back side of that leg (we couldn't see previously) was. Sigh. Poor dog. I got another pill and a half in him so he's up to full doses of the Deramaxx, Tramadol, Trazadone (sp?) and Gabapentin. DH said, "tonight let's not be stingy at all, he's had an awful day". My regular vet does home visits on Mondays and Thursdays, and we could give him an extra Trazadone and calm him to get him to the office any weekday its open, if his time came. If anyone knows anyone else who does home visits, including Euthanasia, in Monmouth County, NJ, please send me the info so I have options. My regular vet says she has had dogs with the same diagnosis live 6 months, and some only last a week before it was their time to be at peace. She said it depends on "how much fight" the dog has in him. Considering what he's survived in the past 24 hours, it seems like he's got more than I thought. E-vet called (unfortunately before we found what the tech had done pulling off the tape!) and although he'd be due for another round of meds at 2:30 AM she suggested I not wake him if he was sleeping. What do you guys think of that? I don't want to get behind on managing his pain. I plan to sleep downstairs on the floor with him (so DH can get some sleep upstairs-I'm off, he has to work tomorrow) so if he gets up I can pill him again. DH has been lifting him bodily to get down the 2 little steps to go outside, so hopefully he won't have to go out until morning, and hopefully in the morning he will be a little less "rubbery-legged". He usually is fine through the night and he ate and drank very little today, especially considering how much he panted. I'm hoping a good night's sleep will rest him up and that he might be a little more mobile tomorrow. Wish us luck!
  22. Shadow seemed to rally a bit on Tuesday, and we thought he was getting better. Wednesday he followed us around the downstairs, walked twice, ate breakfast with gusto, and seemed ok, if a little stiff and gimpy. I went out for a bit last night and when I came home, my husband was on the floor in front of a heavily panting dog, feeding him string cheese. Apparently Shadow wouldn't' eat dinner. He napped, went out for his evening turnout and when he came inside, would not sit down. At all. For an hour. We called the e-vet who said we could try the Tramadol we had at home, or bring him in. I'd never seen him like that, and doubted in the state he was in we'd even get a pill in him, so we decided to bring him in. Some wonderful neighbors, who also have greyhounds, came over and helped put him bodily in the car. Shadow hates car rides, and he began to pant harder in the car. He did get down eventually, but again, was very worked up. His breathing got harsh sounding. The only thing he hates worse than cars is the vet's, and although he was walking around, he was rasping loudly, and looked panicked. They brought him back to us to see if that would help calm him, but he was so upset, it didn't help at all. They intubated and sedated him, to get him breathing, and said they were more worried about his breathing than getting x-rays of his legs at that point. They kept him overnight. This morning, he was ex-tubated, and they lightly sedated him to get X-rays. The Dr. called back to say he does have Lar Par (which I strongly suspected he had, and my regular vet had dismissed that idea! Grr!) and they found a lydic bone lesion in his (rear, I think) left knee. it's 4 cm x the width of his tibia. They found nothing in the foot/leg he had been visibly favoring, the front right. She recc'd amputation, pallative radiation or medication. She with likely osteo she did not recc anything for the Lar Par other than keeping him calm. DH and I had discussed this possibility at length last night and were in agreement that For an 11.5 yr old guy, we did not want to do anything drastic, I don't think he's strong enough to survive a surgery or the recovery, and she had hinted that although they didn't find any other lesions or tumors, it doesn't mean there aren't more. She said if we went with that course, she would recommend increasing the Deramaxx to 50 mg once daily, and adding tramadol and gabapentin for the pain. We were about to make arrangements to get him home when she said he'd started having trouble breathing again and had to intubate him a second time, and said she'd call back when he was stable to see if we could take him home. I asked if he'd had any pain meds yet as that's why we brought him in in the first place, and she said they hadn't because they couldn't if we were going for surgery? I am utterly heartbroken, he is the best dog ever, and such a lovey, good boy. He's been remarkably healthy in the 5 years we have had him. I had the gut feeling it wasn't just a pulled muscle, and knew from reading these boards how likely osteo was. But I'm still just blown away how fast this all seemed to go downhill. I don't want him to die alone in the doggie ER, but we obviously can't bring a suffocating dog home in the car, either. I put a call into his regular vet to ask about our options at this point. I think they do home visits and Euthanasia, but only scheduled far in advance. I would love, more than anything to get him in his own bed, and spoil him with "lubs", cooked eggs, mac and cheese and anything else he would be willing to eat, and let his passing be peaceful and calm. I don't want our last memories of each other to be me being utterly useless to help his pain, and him being in pain, panicked and alone in a strange place (he has never been overnight there before and only went in once for an emergency with a torn off claw). From how worked up they got him there, I might not even have the choice. I know a lot of you have been round this mulberry bush before, and would welcome any advice and assurance. How long can he lMy parents aren't dog people, I feel like I din't have anyone other than DH who really understands the hell we're in. EDIT: they extubated him and want us to come get him right away so he's still relaxed and sedated on the car ride, so he doesn't set off another Lar Par incident in the car. He has had water, but no food all day. so advice on what to do with a sedated, starved dog with cancer would be very much appreciated.
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