2 posts tagged “dog”

We had to put one of our dogs, Milo, to sleep. It was the humane thing to do. We spent about $3000 on his surgeries and the checkups together, but nothing would have fixed him. After his surgery he was okay, but then he seemed to have an infection, and he was better with his antibiotics, however soon enough he would start feeling bad again.

There were several days when we thought he would definetly make it, because he was showing signs of his Miloness, that amazing personality. But then the past week or so, Milo would squeal if you got too near, and wouldn't move his neck very much. My brother took him to the vet's on Friday, and they really didn't do anything for him. That night, I believe, Milo threw up. Saturday morning my sister and mom took him back to the vet's. This time they were assholes, took milo into the exam room but had my mom and sister stay outside, and had a vet-tech to go between them, back and forth asking questions, and just gave them some pills (which he couldn't keep down), and said, "If he's still vomiting by Monday bring him back."

All Saturday night Milo threw up, probably twice an hour. It was heartbreaking to see, he would kind of crawl on his bed and lean over the side, then he'd throw up, before he went back to his bed. Sunday morning, after a hellish night, my mom and sister took him to an animal emergency hospital, while I went back to sleep. They said he had renal failure and would give him an IV to hydrate him and try to stop the vomiting. He didn't stop, they called at 6:30 this morning, and asked my mom when she'd be picking him up because they close at 7AM. When she got there they told her he was not improving and having bloody diarrhea.

She came home to get my sister to help her take Milo. They had to make the decision to put him down, and so they drove to the vet we usually go to, and had to put him to sleep. My mom and I have cried all day, and my mom said my brother was sobbing in his car in the parking lot of the vet's office. She said all of his people were there, minus me and dad, and that he just thought he was going to get some more medicine before taking a nap. He wasn't upset.

I didn't cry at first, but a few hours ago it just hit me like a ton of bricks and I couldn't stop crying. It's hard not to think about, and especially hard not to cry about. It feels odd to have just two dogs, we're definetly a three dog family and some would think it's mean to want another dog, but my mom needs something to fill that Milo shaped void, so we're probably going to buy a Bug (boston terrier-pug mix, like Milo was) before Christmas, not to replace him, but to help the healing process. That's what we had to do when Jack died, for me, I needed something to help me cope, which was Rosie. 

I don't understand it. The vet said to my mom, "God's plans are not always our plans." That's definetly the truth.

Somebody needs to pry this box of Wheat Thins from my warm, lively hands. I can't stop eating them, at least they're Reduced Fat, though I'm not sure that matters when you eat half the box in a sitting. I was planning on cooking up some veggie soup but my mom is out probably standing in a long line waiting to get her vote in, so I have no way of cooking it, unless somebody wants to eat vegetable soup without the soup part.

Our dog, Milo isn't doing so well. Right now I'm periodically patting his belly and trying to soothe him. He's in a lot of pain, and is whining a lot. Last week we took him on a hell-filled ride to the vet's (he does not do well when the car is not in motion) and they took a look at him. The consensus is that he is overweight and in pain. That night after taking an anti-inflammatory drug, he was still showing no improvement and was crying and panting profusely, so the next day we had to take him back to the vet's. Not fun. They gave him some doggie narcotics and he's done better, but still hasn't gone outside unless we practically pushed him there, and won't get up to drink or eat his food. It's scary, because three months ago our collie, Jack had to be put down. He went downhill so fast, one day he was just in a little pain the next he refused to move and was wasting away, he would have died anyway from not eating. Milo is still eating and will still get up, and wag his tail. His pain has only been around for two weeks, so we'll hopefully be able to get it under control before anything bad happens.

Still, it's scary.