Don't Know How To Cope With The Loss of My Dog
My beloved fur baby died in the early morning of Wednesday, suddenly. She was 13 years old and I'd had her the whole 13 years, never apart from my side in all that time, except for a handful of days.
What happened? Early Tuesday morning, she seemed a little stiff on her feet, and hadn't slept all night, so we thought it might have been her arthritis. So, after I had been the doctors in the morning, I brought her to the vets. They thought it might have been gastro, and she had a slightly low temperature. She got an antibiotic injection and we went home. Kept her warm, wrapped her up on my bed, had the heating on.
Now she seemed fine, she was eating, but I noticed she was starting to drink a lot more than usual. Anyway, by the evening, around 6pm, she was very lethargic, and her paws and ears were cold, and by this time she wasn't eating. And she was uneasy and couldn't rest. We brought her down again to the vets, and we noticed she would just stand there and not move, just spaced out. Anyway, her temperature was low, and he said her heart was okay. He gave her iron injections and b12 injections and took blood tests. We again took her home. He said about leaving her in the vets to go on a drip, but we wanted to take her home. He said if she got any worse, she would have to come in.
Of course, when we did bring her home, she got worse within the hour. When she got off the bed, her back legs completely collapsed and then her front, she was spaced out again. I broke down in tears and my mum and dad had to bring her back to the vets immediately. I hugged her face and gave her kisses, not realising that was the last time I'd see her alive.
The two vets, but her on a heated drip, to warm up her body, and a red light and heated bed in a private room.
When we got the phone call at 7am on Wednesday morning. We knew it was bad news, she had passed away about an hour before. The vet explained that he had been checking on her throughout the night, and said that she had perked up for a little while, and he thought she was getting better. But he said she took a bad turn, and he and another vet worked on her, trying to bring her back but she was gone.
He said in the phone call, that the blood tests did indicate kidney failure. When the other blood tests came back, it showed a built of of enzymes in her kidneys I think he said. Also, that she had a low white blood cell count, along with an infection, so because of her age, her heart wasn't strong enough to fight through it.
To say I cried is an understatement, I've been crying since Tuesday, and only stopped because it was starting to hurt. I don't want to talk to anyone, when I have to I just try bare through it as fast as possible. I go from not wanting to eat at all, to eating everything. I have 3 other dogs, and they have been super hyper since she has gone. The vet asked did I want to go see her, but I said no because I couldn't bare to see her dead. I was there when my first dog had to be put down because he had kidney failure, and that ripped me apart.
I arranged with the vet to have her picked up by the local pet funeral home, where I requested for her to be privately cremated and a lock of her tail hair be kept as her tail was a beautiful long blonde because she was a Saluki.
What is killing me is that I was not there when she died, and I'm racked with guilt that she must of thought we left her in the vets and didn't want her. I feel like I can't go on I'm so distraught. I don't want her last moments to be of her thinking we left her at the vets, but we it was the only chance we had of saving her. I don't know what to do. No one understand this pain I'm feeling. I feel it is all my fault.
She had a bad case of diarrhea a few weeks ago, where her poop was like water, and as always with all our pets, we immediately brought her to the vet and got her medication. We watched everything she ate, kept her away from anything in the grass or on the roads, and eventually it cleared up and her poop was back to normal. For a few months she had a little peeing problem, and we didn't think anything of it, as always; we brought her to the vets, got her medication, and she cleared up for a while, and eventually the peeing stopped and she didn't do it for a long time since. Then this happened so suddenly Tuesday, and by Wednesday morning she was dead. The vet said she was in no pain whatsoever, and he had given her medication before she went into the room on the drip, so I don't know if it was a sedative or something else to help.
I feel like I should have noticed this earlier, that if I had taken more notice, got her blood tests sooner, or something this would all have been prevented. But I'd seen the vets numerous times, and had her checked out, heart and such, medication for any little problem she had. Then that happened, like my first dog, who died of kidney failure, but his happened over a few days where he would vomit, incontinence and non-stop drinking. She had non of those symptoms. His was because he was on lifelong medication for epilepsy.
Its all my fault isn't it? If I'd paid more attention earlier on, but now I'm racked with guilt and a feeling of letting her down. I'm inconsolable, I'm crying every night and mentally and physically in despair. I know shes gone now but my heart is in so much pain.