Took one of our dogs to the vet tonight. He's been a little off the past week. He likely has a tumor on or near his spleen. He's not in any pain but things could go downhill rapidly. Started on some meds and hopefully he perks up. He's probably 13 or 14 and we were fortunate to give him a great life of couches, treats, walks, and love after he spent the first 5-7 years of his life outside on a farm full of dogs just dropped there. The vet said he may turn around or it could be months. This totally sucks. We could do surgery and biopsy the tumor, but we don't want to put him through that. If it is cancer we know we wouldn't do much but make him comfortable. If it's not, something else is up and we just put him through surgery for no reason. He had some lumps removed 2 years ago and most were cancer free or else had clear margins. He did well through surgery but he's older now and quality of life is priority. He still follows me around, does his usual thing, but is just a little slower doing it. Our old man is finally acting like an old man. :/
So our months is more like days. Pretty sure this is going to be our last night with him. He's not terrible, but still not eating and periodically looks uncomfortable. Meds aren't really working and we don't want to drag things out until it gets bad for him. He's resting in his favorite spot in the yard right now. I'm hoping he goes in his sleep tonight. I'm very much dreading explaining this to DS1. Scooby has been his buddy since he was born.
Our pup faded this morning and I took him in. I'm glad he's not in pain and didn't suffer long.
DS1 doesn't get it but is concerned why his buddy didn't come home with me. It's equally as sad to see his confusion as it was to leave my buddy behind...DW is taking it pretty hard. She can't watch a movie scene in which an animal is hurt without crying so losing our first family pet is pretty rough.
We asked DS if he wanted to say goodbye to Scooby and give him one last pat. We let him know he was going to the doctor because he was sick and his body wasn't working the way it needed to stay healthy. We let DS know Scooby wouldn't be coming home.
DS: So like he's going somewhere else?
We talked about our approach and agreed we would be honest about death and told him that Scooby wasn't going somewhere else, but was dying. He was like "okay" gave him a pat on the head and returned to his race cars and watching My Little Pony. Lol! He's totally a Brony that one.
So later in the day DS walks into the living room and says
"When are we getting another dog?"
Me: what do you mean buddy? DS: well Scooby is gone so when do we get a dog? DW: Buddy we still have a dog, Selena. DS: Yeah but when do we give her away like we did with Scooby? And then we get another one? Me: Buddy we didn't give Scooby away, he died. DS looking skeptical; but like so he's not coming home so we need a new one.
The ignorance is actually refreshing to know he isn't taking it too hard. At least not right now.
Post by eddiegotsole on Sept 6, 2015 22:09:31 GMT -5
Sorry about the loss of your pup. Dogs are family members and bring a lot of joy to life! My dog is about 11 now and we are starting to see signs of his age. We had him since he was 8 weeks old and I'd be devastated to lose him.
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