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Finally, I have time.
When my dad came home on Monday, he asked where the dogs where. They were outside and had been or awhile. It wasn't that cold so I didn't think much of them being out there. He called them in, Rado came galloping like normal and Cody didn't budge like normal. He called her more aggressively and she still didn't move. He went out to check on her. When they came inside my dad was carrying Cody. He laid her down and said that she wouldn't move, it was like she was frozen. She stay on her bed, only her eyes moving. I didn't know what to think of it, I dismissed it cuz it didn't seem like a big deal. After a time she was still still. Dad and Lauren decided to call the vet and have her checked out. Dad is in the ski patrol so he knows basic medical stuff. He was guessing she might be having a heart attack. They had to carry her to the car and off they went to the vet, Dad and Lauren. Mom and Devin seemed pretty worried, I decided to focus on my calculus. She'd be fine. I didn't know what was happening but it didn't seem serious.
Later we got a call from dad. He told us that Cody was having a gallbladder attack. I don't know what a gallbladder does, but having an internal organ fail can't be a good thing. He started saying that we had to make a choice, to operate and remove it or--but he had to go and hung up. I began worrying. I didn't want Devin to do the same so she and I began reading. I was hoping it would distract her from remembering that Cody was in an emergency room. Halfway through page 5 of her Pokemon story to me, dad called again. I picked up from my room where we were reading. Basically Cody was in so much pain that she couldn't get herself up, bark, or wag her tail. There was a 50-50 chance she would die on the operation table, a 50-50 chance she'd die during the 3-5 day recovery and a chance that she'd have 6 months to a year left to live if all went above well. "We gotta let her go" Dad said, obviously distraught. Mom and I didn't say much, there wasn't anything to say. I stopped myself from crying and dried my eyes so Devin couldn't tell what had happened. They told me not to tell her, they wanted to.
When dad got home Devin was in bed having read a whole chapter to me. I was called to the balcony to talk to them. They told me not to comment on Cody's death to Devin. They were going to tell her that Cody was in heaven and I had better not saying anything 'atheist' about it, like 'there's no such thing as heaven'. I told them I wasn't planning on it and left.
A few days later we got a call from the vet. They'd done something like an autopsy and knew more about what had happened. Cody had a gallbladder attack, it was in the process of shutting down. This was caused by her intestines or pancreas being burned through by acid. This was caused by some sort of infection that I don't remember the name of. This all happened in a day, few hours most likely. There was no warning, no symptoms we should have noticed or anything we could have done. She would have died no matter what because of the infection. We made the right call in putting her down.
Rado hasn't changed a whole lot. He spends more time outside than normal but isn't 'depressed' or 'confused' like we should have watched for.
My parents are also upset that I wasn't crying my eyes out. "Do you even care what happened to Cody?" they've asked, like some sort of emotion demand is due. Apparently, I didn't cry at all. This is news to me. Oh well, I'm not going to bawl just to appease them.
We'll be getting a new dog soon too.
When my dad came home on Monday, he asked where the dogs where. They were outside and had been or awhile. It wasn't that cold so I didn't think much of them being out there. He called them in, Rado came galloping like normal and Cody didn't budge like normal. He called her more aggressively and she still didn't move. He went out to check on her. When they came inside my dad was carrying Cody. He laid her down and said that she wouldn't move, it was like she was frozen. She stay on her bed, only her eyes moving. I didn't know what to think of it, I dismissed it cuz it didn't seem like a big deal. After a time she was still still. Dad and Lauren decided to call the vet and have her checked out. Dad is in the ski patrol so he knows basic medical stuff. He was guessing she might be having a heart attack. They had to carry her to the car and off they went to the vet, Dad and Lauren. Mom and Devin seemed pretty worried, I decided to focus on my calculus. She'd be fine. I didn't know what was happening but it didn't seem serious.
Later we got a call from dad. He told us that Cody was having a gallbladder attack. I don't know what a gallbladder does, but having an internal organ fail can't be a good thing. He started saying that we had to make a choice, to operate and remove it or--but he had to go and hung up. I began worrying. I didn't want Devin to do the same so she and I began reading. I was hoping it would distract her from remembering that Cody was in an emergency room. Halfway through page 5 of her Pokemon story to me, dad called again. I picked up from my room where we were reading. Basically Cody was in so much pain that she couldn't get herself up, bark, or wag her tail. There was a 50-50 chance she would die on the operation table, a 50-50 chance she'd die during the 3-5 day recovery and a chance that she'd have 6 months to a year left to live if all went above well. "We gotta let her go" Dad said, obviously distraught. Mom and I didn't say much, there wasn't anything to say. I stopped myself from crying and dried my eyes so Devin couldn't tell what had happened. They told me not to tell her, they wanted to.
When dad got home Devin was in bed having read a whole chapter to me. I was called to the balcony to talk to them. They told me not to comment on Cody's death to Devin. They were going to tell her that Cody was in heaven and I had better not saying anything 'atheist' about it, like 'there's no such thing as heaven'. I told them I wasn't planning on it and left.
A few days later we got a call from the vet. They'd done something like an autopsy and knew more about what had happened. Cody had a gallbladder attack, it was in the process of shutting down. This was caused by her intestines or pancreas being burned through by acid. This was caused by some sort of infection that I don't remember the name of. This all happened in a day, few hours most likely. There was no warning, no symptoms we should have noticed or anything we could have done. She would have died no matter what because of the infection. We made the right call in putting her down.
Rado hasn't changed a whole lot. He spends more time outside than normal but isn't 'depressed' or 'confused' like we should have watched for.
My parents are also upset that I wasn't crying my eyes out. "Do you even care what happened to Cody?" they've asked, like some sort of emotion demand is due. Apparently, I didn't cry at all. This is news to me. Oh well, I'm not going to bawl just to appease them.
We'll be getting a new dog soon too.