Goodbye Casey
I barely have the energy to write this. It all just feels so surreal. It's been a crazy few days, which lead to finding out this morning that our dog Casey has cancer, and we had to put him to sleep.
This has been the hardest thing I've ever had to do.
We got Casey soon after I moved to LA. I already had a dog, pixie, who's a chinese crested, and my husband really wanted a dog, so we searched for one for quite a while. As soon as he saw Casey, he knew he wanted him. We drove quite a ways, probably about 2 or 3 hours just to see him, and adopted him right away.
He was such a special dog. I just feel lucky we got to have him for as long as we did. He had these crooked teeth and he would look so funny. We always laughed at him while he looked at us all confused.
He was the best dog anyone could have. He never chewed on anything, never went inside the house, never hurt anyone or bit anyone. I just love him so much.
We got xrays done this morning, and waited forever to get results. The vet was just so weird, she barely talked to us. Told us the news and just left us to deal with it without helping or answering any questions, other than, we should probably put him to sleep. She came in and told us that he has a tumor that is more likely cancer, and that his spleen is filling up with blood. We had the choice to either pay over $2000 for surgery, which she said more than likely wouldn't save his life, or we could put him to sleep, or we could take him home and let him bleed to death internally until he collapses. We took him home just because we didn't feel comfortable doing anything at that vet. We came home, cried lots, tried to sit with him a bit as he was struggling to breathe and decided that it's best to help him by putting him to sleep.
We drove out to the humane society and they wouldn't let us in the room with him. They just let us cry and sit in the waiting room area as all these happy people were filling out forms to adopt their new pets. It was so uncomfortable. Then they told us to go with them, and that's when they took us in the room where his dead body was laying on a table with a towel covering him. They wouldn't let us in the room with him when he passed away, but they let us see him afterwards, which surprisingly was helpful, and gave us peace and closure. I couldnt help but pet him, and just hold his paw for a little while. I didn't want to go. I just wanted him to come home with us and be fine, the healthy happy dog he was a week prior.
It's just all been so surreal. I just can't believe it all happened so fast. Our apartment seems so empty without him here. Our other dog pixie hasn't left the bed they slept in together, and just paces around as if she's looking for him. It's hard to watch.
I just miss him a lot. I wish he didn't get so sick and die so soon. He was really a special dog, and I will never forget him.
This has been the hardest thing I've ever had to do.
We got Casey soon after I moved to LA. I already had a dog, pixie, who's a chinese crested, and my husband really wanted a dog, so we searched for one for quite a while. As soon as he saw Casey, he knew he wanted him. We drove quite a ways, probably about 2 or 3 hours just to see him, and adopted him right away.
He was such a special dog. I just feel lucky we got to have him for as long as we did. He had these crooked teeth and he would look so funny. We always laughed at him while he looked at us all confused.
He was the best dog anyone could have. He never chewed on anything, never went inside the house, never hurt anyone or bit anyone. I just love him so much.
We got xrays done this morning, and waited forever to get results. The vet was just so weird, she barely talked to us. Told us the news and just left us to deal with it without helping or answering any questions, other than, we should probably put him to sleep. She came in and told us that he has a tumor that is more likely cancer, and that his spleen is filling up with blood. We had the choice to either pay over $2000 for surgery, which she said more than likely wouldn't save his life, or we could put him to sleep, or we could take him home and let him bleed to death internally until he collapses. We took him home just because we didn't feel comfortable doing anything at that vet. We came home, cried lots, tried to sit with him a bit as he was struggling to breathe and decided that it's best to help him by putting him to sleep.
We drove out to the humane society and they wouldn't let us in the room with him. They just let us cry and sit in the waiting room area as all these happy people were filling out forms to adopt their new pets. It was so uncomfortable. Then they told us to go with them, and that's when they took us in the room where his dead body was laying on a table with a towel covering him. They wouldn't let us in the room with him when he passed away, but they let us see him afterwards, which surprisingly was helpful, and gave us peace and closure. I couldnt help but pet him, and just hold his paw for a little while. I didn't want to go. I just wanted him to come home with us and be fine, the healthy happy dog he was a week prior.
It's just all been so surreal. I just can't believe it all happened so fast. Our apartment seems so empty without him here. Our other dog pixie hasn't left the bed they slept in together, and just paces around as if she's looking for him. It's hard to watch.
I just miss him a lot. I wish he didn't get so sick and die so soon. He was really a special dog, and I will never forget him.