It always feels too soon...
A very sad thing happened with my sweet Willow.
On the day before Christmas Eve she had an emergency visit to the vet because she was experiencing weakness and paralysis on her left side, making it impossible for her to walk. Turned out she had compressed disks in her spine. She was given a cortisone shot and was put on some pretty aggressive meds in a bid to get the swelling down, and though there was some modest improvement, walking was still a problem.
We were hoping to see a reversal of the situation with the meds, but sadly, they didn't improve Willow's condition like we'd hoped, and Christmas Eve morning she was actually worse, and couldn't even hold herself up in a sitting position.
The vet had said the only other option was emergency surgery, but that it only might work, and because this happened so fast there was likely a primary cause, like cancer on her spine. So, with no good options, and seeing poor Willow struggle to control limbs she couldn't feel or move properly, we made the best decision for her we could.
She ate turkey, ham, and bacon (all her favorites) at home, we took her back to the vet, and there they gave her a couple of donuts, which she happily devoured, and then they put her to sleep while I held her. It was fast and peaceful and easy, and the right thing to do, but I'm still teary over the sudden loss of my good girl.
Anyway, Christmas went on. It was going to be her second Christmas with us. I'm so sad that she only had a little over a year with me, but I'll always be grateful for the time she did have. My sweet little girl.
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On the day before Christmas Eve she had an emergency visit to the vet because she was experiencing weakness and paralysis on her left side, making it impossible for her to walk. Turned out she had compressed disks in her spine. She was given a cortisone shot and was put on some pretty aggressive meds in a bid to get the swelling down, and though there was some modest improvement, walking was still a problem.
We were hoping to see a reversal of the situation with the meds, but sadly, they didn't improve Willow's condition like we'd hoped, and Christmas Eve morning she was actually worse, and couldn't even hold herself up in a sitting position.
The vet had said the only other option was emergency surgery, but that it only might work, and because this happened so fast there was likely a primary cause, like cancer on her spine. So, with no good options, and seeing poor Willow struggle to control limbs she couldn't feel or move properly, we made the best decision for her we could.
She ate turkey, ham, and bacon (all her favorites) at home, we took her back to the vet, and there they gave her a couple of donuts, which she happily devoured, and then they put her to sleep while I held her. It was fast and peaceful and easy, and the right thing to do, but I'm still teary over the sudden loss of my good girl.
Anyway, Christmas went on. It was going to be her second Christmas with us. I'm so sad that she only had a little over a year with me, but I'll always be grateful for the time she did have. My sweet little girl.
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