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At 1pm eastern standard time my best friend and amazing pet Wishbone died.
We took him into the vet today for another check-up and he wasn't doing well. He was worse today than he was yesterday. The Vet said it was cancer. But it came up so quick. I just thought he was having allergy problems last thursday but he got worse. We took him to the vet on monday they said it was cancer. They gave him maybe 6 months to live. Tuesday they wanted him to come in and stay all day for observation. We brought him home and we didn't think he'd make it through the night. This morning came and he was just doing terrible. His eyes were yellow and he couldn't stand up on his own. We were taking him in today for another day of observation. But on the way over there I knew we weren't coming home with him. I sat in the back seat with him and held him in my arms. Last night I sang him lullabies and this cute little song I made up about him and he used to lick my face after every verse becuase it had his name in it. I held him in my arms at the Vet and I knew things were bad. He had his head on my shoulder and was struggling to breathe and was struggling to stay alive. I was selfish I told him that I needed him to stay around and he was trying. They called us into an exam room and the vet came in after the vet assistant came in to take Wishbone to get weighed and the vet came in and said she didn't have much hope of helping Wishbone. He had tumors in his stomach and when she stuck a needle in all she got was blood which is never a good sign.
She said he was in serious pain and that they could do surgery but he'd end up dying during surgery. She suggested euthenizing him. It was so hard to choose that. I didn't want him to sick, I didn't want him to die. This was my baby...my pet, my love he used to lick my tears away when I was sad. This dog knew my every thought. But I didn't want him in pain. My mom signed the papers for him to be euthenized they came in with the two shots. Mom and I didn't want to stay around while he died we wanted to hold him while he fell into a sedated sleep so he wouldn't feel any more pain. And while the sedation kicked in mom and I said our final goodbyes.
Shortly after we left the room the vet came out and said that Wishbone died on his own. As soon as mom and I had walked out of the room Wishbone died naturally. Which was a relief to me I felt so bad about putting him down. BUt I didn't want him to suffer. She said it was very amazing. She'd never had a dog do that before. She'd never seen a dog hold on to conscienciousness like that while the sedtation kicked in. He was hanging on for us to say goodbye. I told him I wanted him to hang on and then when I said goodbye it gave him permission to rest in peace.
We're having him cremated so we can always have him near us. It all felt surreal like I was in a scene of a movie. Wishbone was a one-of-a-kind dog. Very special. I used to think I could communicate with him using ESP. And when he died I tried again to communicate with him and the last thought that was in my head was "goodbye, I love you". And it was Wishbone saying goodbye. I feel empty inside, I'm heart broken. But I'll recover. I just need some time to cry.
I have a job interview in an hour. I don't know how well it'll go. I'm having a hard time not crying. I've calmed myself down and am collecting myself. I'll put on make-up and try to not look so blotchy. I'll explain during the interview that my dog died...hopefully they'll respect the fact that I came in for the interview even though I am suffering a loss in the family. Wishbone was a part of the family...and always will be in my heart.
-Erin
We took him into the vet today for another check-up and he wasn't doing well. He was worse today than he was yesterday. The Vet said it was cancer. But it came up so quick. I just thought he was having allergy problems last thursday but he got worse. We took him to the vet on monday they said it was cancer. They gave him maybe 6 months to live. Tuesday they wanted him to come in and stay all day for observation. We brought him home and we didn't think he'd make it through the night. This morning came and he was just doing terrible. His eyes were yellow and he couldn't stand up on his own. We were taking him in today for another day of observation. But on the way over there I knew we weren't coming home with him. I sat in the back seat with him and held him in my arms. Last night I sang him lullabies and this cute little song I made up about him and he used to lick my face after every verse becuase it had his name in it. I held him in my arms at the Vet and I knew things were bad. He had his head on my shoulder and was struggling to breathe and was struggling to stay alive. I was selfish I told him that I needed him to stay around and he was trying. They called us into an exam room and the vet came in after the vet assistant came in to take Wishbone to get weighed and the vet came in and said she didn't have much hope of helping Wishbone. He had tumors in his stomach and when she stuck a needle in all she got was blood which is never a good sign.
She said he was in serious pain and that they could do surgery but he'd end up dying during surgery. She suggested euthenizing him. It was so hard to choose that. I didn't want him to sick, I didn't want him to die. This was my baby...my pet, my love he used to lick my tears away when I was sad. This dog knew my every thought. But I didn't want him in pain. My mom signed the papers for him to be euthenized they came in with the two shots. Mom and I didn't want to stay around while he died we wanted to hold him while he fell into a sedated sleep so he wouldn't feel any more pain. And while the sedation kicked in mom and I said our final goodbyes.
Shortly after we left the room the vet came out and said that Wishbone died on his own. As soon as mom and I had walked out of the room Wishbone died naturally. Which was a relief to me I felt so bad about putting him down. BUt I didn't want him to suffer. She said it was very amazing. She'd never had a dog do that before. She'd never seen a dog hold on to conscienciousness like that while the sedtation kicked in. He was hanging on for us to say goodbye. I told him I wanted him to hang on and then when I said goodbye it gave him permission to rest in peace.
We're having him cremated so we can always have him near us. It all felt surreal like I was in a scene of a movie. Wishbone was a one-of-a-kind dog. Very special. I used to think I could communicate with him using ESP. And when he died I tried again to communicate with him and the last thought that was in my head was "goodbye, I love you". And it was Wishbone saying goodbye. I feel empty inside, I'm heart broken. But I'll recover. I just need some time to cry.
I have a job interview in an hour. I don't know how well it'll go. I'm having a hard time not crying. I've calmed myself down and am collecting myself. I'll put on make-up and try to not look so blotchy. I'll explain during the interview that my dog died...hopefully they'll respect the fact that I came in for the interview even though I am suffering a loss in the family. Wishbone was a part of the family...and always will be in my heart.
-Erin