This Is Not My Week
So first I find out that my granny takes a turn for the worst while I'm at a hockey game. I actually get to see Ryan for the first time in over a month, since he decided he only slightly hates me now or something. So I'm trying to be cool about it and all that, and of course my mom has to call and send me into spazz mode about my granny, who has decided not to eat, or even really get out of bed. I could expound upon the reasons why this tears me up, but if you read the rest of my journals, you would understand this. So I suck it up best I can and make plans to get down to see her next weekend (as soon as I can). So out of the stress woods for the rest of the week, right?
Not so much. My dog of 15 years, Max, has been sick for awhile now. I took him to the vet today because we thought that his arthristis (sp) medicine was making him vomit. Well, it wasn't the medicine. It was liver cancer. There was no getting better, or even more comfortable, as he would continue throwing up until his time was over. Lately whenever my family needs a level head, they call me to make the decisions (the call this weekend was for my decision to force medical care upon my grandmother...I said no). So I had to decide what to do. I decided not to let him suffer any more than he had to. I went down to the vet (we had left him while they ran tests), to say goodbye and sign the papers. How do you say goodbye to [a pet] that you've known and loved for 15 yrs? We grew up together; most of my best childhood memories have Max in them. When we had to put Chief down I stayed in the room with him, but I couldn't stay in there with Max. I just couldn't. I said my goodbyes and went to leave, and he tried to follow me. I think my heart broke in two. When Beth and I were young, we encouraged him to follow us everywhere. I guess it worked.
I think in general his last day was good. He always loved riding in the back of trucks, so when I got to the vet early (it didn't open up from lunch)I picked him up and put him in the back of my truck, right about the time the sun was coming out. He laid down in the sun of a warm, springlike day, and you could see the sunlight and breeze made him feel better. His constant panting (from pain)stopped for a few minutes, and his muscles relaxed as the sun warmed his artheritic joints. He got to play with Chudleigh, his best friend, and see one of the kids that he grew up with and would give his life for.
Anyway, I am so tired...I feel like this day started 3 days ago. I am going to go nurse my broken heart for the beating it is going to take this weekend. I will keep chugging along until further notice.
Not so much. My dog of 15 years, Max, has been sick for awhile now. I took him to the vet today because we thought that his arthristis (sp) medicine was making him vomit. Well, it wasn't the medicine. It was liver cancer. There was no getting better, or even more comfortable, as he would continue throwing up until his time was over. Lately whenever my family needs a level head, they call me to make the decisions (the call this weekend was for my decision to force medical care upon my grandmother...I said no). So I had to decide what to do. I decided not to let him suffer any more than he had to. I went down to the vet (we had left him while they ran tests), to say goodbye and sign the papers. How do you say goodbye to [a pet] that you've known and loved for 15 yrs? We grew up together; most of my best childhood memories have Max in them. When we had to put Chief down I stayed in the room with him, but I couldn't stay in there with Max. I just couldn't. I said my goodbyes and went to leave, and he tried to follow me. I think my heart broke in two. When Beth and I were young, we encouraged him to follow us everywhere. I guess it worked.
I think in general his last day was good. He always loved riding in the back of trucks, so when I got to the vet early (it didn't open up from lunch)I picked him up and put him in the back of my truck, right about the time the sun was coming out. He laid down in the sun of a warm, springlike day, and you could see the sunlight and breeze made him feel better. His constant panting (from pain)stopped for a few minutes, and his muscles relaxed as the sun warmed his artheritic joints. He got to play with Chudleigh, his best friend, and see one of the kids that he grew up with and would give his life for.
Anyway, I am so tired...I feel like this day started 3 days ago. I am going to go nurse my broken heart for the beating it is going to take this weekend. I will keep chugging along until further notice.