Where to start. I had originally posted a topic about my dog, but upon reading it over and over it sounded “matter-of-factly”, callous, and no nonsense. It was not what I was attempting to convey with my current emotions and certainly not doing justice to my little guy. I believe I was in too much shock and anger so it was deleted and this do over was made.
My little buddy was a Shih Tzu. He was a sweet old boy, much like all the others written about on these forums. He was 11 years old. He was diagnosed with Cushing’s disease and Diabetes last September. He got two injections of insulin a day. He was also blind. Earlier in his life he swallowed a squeaker from a toy and had to have parts of his intestine removed. He spent a lot of times in a hospital for various tests and treatments. He went through a lot in his years. Too much. But, he was a happy dog and we loved the heck out of him. He loved to lay on our laps and fall asleep. He made me smile.
A week ago he starting throwing up half dollar sizes of vomit mostly a clear slightly frothy liquid but only about 4am. I wasn’t so concerned at the time. He ate and drank normally and was alert and played. It was this past weekend where he went downhill very, very quickly. Friday he threw up more clear liquid but still seemed ok. Maybe he had an upset stomach or just going through a rough period. Saturday he wouldn’t eat. He seemed more lethargic and uninterested in our other dogs and us. Ok, now something is wrong. Sunday he stopped drinking water and roamed the house staggering into corners and laying down. It seems he wanted to be alone. We would take him outside and he would go to a part of the yard and just lay there. Back in the house he would lift his head as much as he could and give me that look. It looked like he was trying to tell me he was resigning and giving up. I just had this gut feeling that he was trying to tell me something. I had a Veterinarian appointment for first thing Monday morning set up. Perhaps something could be done, medicine, whatever to help him.
Monday morning he was limp. He could hardly move. He looked tired. I picked him up and put him on a blanket and took him to the Vet. They are right across the street from me. Oliver was examined and the Doctor wasn’t positive about his condition. Mind you Cushing’s disease and Diabetes can be treatable, but when both are present treatment becomes very, very hard. We always knew these diseases would eventually succumb him, but not this fast! The Doctor said they could keep him for a few days, give him glucose and monitor him, but wasn’t hopeful. He was also crying and whining. He never in his previous 11 years cried once. I couldn’t bear to see him in pain. I was crying and made the decision to have him put to sleep. I saw no other alternative. His pain was quite obvious. This all came along so quickly. What the heck happened??? The Doctor agreed with my decision.
I held him in my arms like a baby, with his blanket under him. I told him I was so sorry and that I loved him. I was stroking his fur and his head. My cheek was next to his so he could feel me. My tears were rolling off my face onto his. The Veterinarian Assistant was petting him and talking softly to him saying what a brave little boy he was. The Doctor put the needle in and administered the anesthetic to calm him down and put him into a mild sleep. Then the overdose was administered. Oliver took a slight breath, and it was over. He passed on. To be quite honest it was rather peaceful. The Doctor explained everything to me throughout the process and was very kind and gentle to Oliver. Oliver was in no more pain and his ordeal was over. I stayed with him for quite some time just holding him, crying, and talking to him. The final battle was done.I’ll put Oliver next to his big sister Heidi. I hope they met up across the Rainbow Bridge and are getting reacquainted. I anxiously wait for the day that I will see them again. Oliver, you took a piece of my heart as Heidi did and you are forever within me. You brought such joy and happiness. Run free and play with your big sister. Your sight has been restored and you are whole again. I will love you forever and ever and never forget. You were and still are my Little Buddy. Daddy.