RIP Styx
My dog passed away this morning.
Not the dog that was recently diagnosed with cancer, not the one that’s 14. Not the one we actually thought we were going to have to put down this weekend when I left work early on Friday because she was sick. I was prepared for that one. Not Styx.
He’s had his share of health problems. The hip issues. The weird golden rtriever eye disease. We had to have his eye removed and were preparing to get the second one taken out. He went completely blind a couple weeks ago. But otherwise he seemed fine. Exactly as playful and exuberant as he had been since he was a puppy.
He had some problems and got sick in his room this morning. My mom let him out and at some point he just laid down on the deck and passed away. I’m guessing heart failure? Of all the ways to go, it’s a better one. No pain, no drawn out process, no decisions to make. But it’s so unexpected.
At least he had a big long walk last night and I played with him yesterday. The night before I got him to come downstairs, which he liked but was hard for him to do since he couldn’t see. He spent the night beside the couch with me. That makes me happy.
I was always closest to him. I raised him from a puppy. He was my dog. But everyone else always really liked him too. I know a lot of my friends will miss him, I’ve already talked to a lot of upset people.
My mom is a mess. Jeff has come back from work but he won’t be able to hold it together for that long because he was really close to Styx too. Morgan was here but unfortunately she really had to go to work. At least she was with me when I found out. Marsha is pretty devastated but I thought it was important mom call her since she is her best friend. It’s not going to be fun to try to explain it to Maddy. I’m mostly keeping it together, for now.
He was 10. It's a good age for goldens. I know that. 10 is nothing to be disappointed by. But it's not long enough.
I said goodbye after they had cleaned him up and before they put him in the van. It was hard to stop petting him. He still felt the same. It was hard to let him go.
I’m heartened by all the messages of support. As usual, I have wonderful friends.
I guess I’m just less one today.
Not the dog that was recently diagnosed with cancer, not the one that’s 14. Not the one we actually thought we were going to have to put down this weekend when I left work early on Friday because she was sick. I was prepared for that one. Not Styx.
He’s had his share of health problems. The hip issues. The weird golden rtriever eye disease. We had to have his eye removed and were preparing to get the second one taken out. He went completely blind a couple weeks ago. But otherwise he seemed fine. Exactly as playful and exuberant as he had been since he was a puppy.
He had some problems and got sick in his room this morning. My mom let him out and at some point he just laid down on the deck and passed away. I’m guessing heart failure? Of all the ways to go, it’s a better one. No pain, no drawn out process, no decisions to make. But it’s so unexpected.
At least he had a big long walk last night and I played with him yesterday. The night before I got him to come downstairs, which he liked but was hard for him to do since he couldn’t see. He spent the night beside the couch with me. That makes me happy.
I was always closest to him. I raised him from a puppy. He was my dog. But everyone else always really liked him too. I know a lot of my friends will miss him, I’ve already talked to a lot of upset people.
My mom is a mess. Jeff has come back from work but he won’t be able to hold it together for that long because he was really close to Styx too. Morgan was here but unfortunately she really had to go to work. At least she was with me when I found out. Marsha is pretty devastated but I thought it was important mom call her since she is her best friend. It’s not going to be fun to try to explain it to Maddy. I’m mostly keeping it together, for now.
He was 10. It's a good age for goldens. I know that. 10 is nothing to be disappointed by. But it's not long enough.
I said goodbye after they had cleaned him up and before they put him in the van. It was hard to stop petting him. He still felt the same. It was hard to let him go.
I’m heartened by all the messages of support. As usual, I have wonderful friends.
I guess I’m just less one today.