Over the bridge
Dylan's gone.
I had a vet appointment for him today, and took him in. The vet looked him over, pinched his feet and tail, and said that he had no feeling in his lower half. She squeezed his bladder and he urinated. A ton. She said it felt about the size of a grape, which is pretty distended, and that he can't void his bladder and bowels on his own. She said that she could show me how to do it, and express his bladder for him a few times a day, but that if I pressed too hard, it could rupture.
She said an option was steroids, which would either work in the first two days or not at all, and probably not at all. If they did work, it would give him a couple more weeks before secondary issues came up.
The other option was euthanasia. I cried for a while, talked with Mom, and decided that was probably best. I didn't want to keep him alive for me, when he was going to go soon no matter what I did. I asked for cremation, and that I would get the ashes back. I don't know what I'll do with them yet, but I want them.
She gave me a few minutes to say goodbye. I kept saying "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" over and over to him. My poor baby. Poor little evil brat. I loved you so much, babyrat.
I cried all the way home.
I had a vet appointment for him today, and took him in. The vet looked him over, pinched his feet and tail, and said that he had no feeling in his lower half. She squeezed his bladder and he urinated. A ton. She said it felt about the size of a grape, which is pretty distended, and that he can't void his bladder and bowels on his own. She said that she could show me how to do it, and express his bladder for him a few times a day, but that if I pressed too hard, it could rupture.
She said an option was steroids, which would either work in the first two days or not at all, and probably not at all. If they did work, it would give him a couple more weeks before secondary issues came up.
The other option was euthanasia. I cried for a while, talked with Mom, and decided that was probably best. I didn't want to keep him alive for me, when he was going to go soon no matter what I did. I asked for cremation, and that I would get the ashes back. I don't know what I'll do with them yet, but I want them.
She gave me a few minutes to say goodbye. I kept saying "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" over and over to him. My poor baby. Poor little evil brat. I loved you so much, babyrat.
I cried all the way home.