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We just had to put mom's dog, Bongo to sleep. He'd been coughing for the few days, and the vet tried him on antibiotics and strong cough medicine, but it didn't help, and so mom took him back this afternoon. They said it was lung cancer, and that it had advanced really quickly. His lungs were shutting down and he was struggling to breathe. The vet said it was probably caused by old age and the fact that he was so low to the ground (he's a dachshund) that he ended up inhaling all sorts of chemicals. Having his throat torn open by a big dog 9 years ago probably didn't help, either.
I meant to go to the vet with mom, in case of the worst, but I've been sick all day and couldn't. I wish I had. I wish she didn't have to go through that alone, and I wish I could have said goodbye. He was a wonderful dog, and I'm really going to miss him.
ETA: Mom's back with him. She said the vet told her that his heart was unusually strong, and which meant it took him a long time to pass. She said he fought it the whole way. He refused to go under when they gave him the sedative, and would lift his head and paw at mom whenever she'd stop petting him. Mom still can't accept that he's really gone, and I can't really blame her. He looks like he's just sleeping, and he's still so warm. I can't even bring myself to put the lid on the coffin they gave us.
The other dogs are so confused and upset. They keep nudging and licking him, trying to wake him up. It's really sweet and really painful to see that they can't accept it either. I tucked one of his favorite stuffed animals up under his front legs, and mom wrapped her shirt around him. She also told dad that he has to wait until tomorrow to bury him, just in case. Like I said, I can't blame her. Bongo was her little buddy for ten years, and he loved her more than anything. He was utterly devoted to her, and it'll be a long time before any of us can accept the fact that he's gone.
I meant to go to the vet with mom, in case of the worst, but I've been sick all day and couldn't. I wish I had. I wish she didn't have to go through that alone, and I wish I could have said goodbye. He was a wonderful dog, and I'm really going to miss him.
ETA: Mom's back with him. She said the vet told her that his heart was unusually strong, and which meant it took him a long time to pass. She said he fought it the whole way. He refused to go under when they gave him the sedative, and would lift his head and paw at mom whenever she'd stop petting him. Mom still can't accept that he's really gone, and I can't really blame her. He looks like he's just sleeping, and he's still so warm. I can't even bring myself to put the lid on the coffin they gave us.
The other dogs are so confused and upset. They keep nudging and licking him, trying to wake him up. It's really sweet and really painful to see that they can't accept it either. I tucked one of his favorite stuffed animals up under his front legs, and mom wrapped her shirt around him. She also told dad that he has to wait until tomorrow to bury him, just in case. Like I said, I can't blame her. Bongo was her little buddy for ten years, and he loved her more than anything. He was utterly devoted to her, and it'll be a long time before any of us can accept the fact that he's gone.