Summary of Sirius' Death
Sirius, my son's dog, died on the 10th. I was gutted that day. I'd already had a couple tough phone calls come in while I wasn't fully awake nor fully cognizant, missed one from the Mercy Clinic (who STILL hasn't called me back from that return call, and I'll have to call again). Then, after the most vexing call by a half hour to an hour Sirius had a huge seizure on the bed I arranged for him on the floor by my bed. I think he passed away during the seizure as he very suddenly stopped seizing, his tail raised, and I had a log to clean up. I couldn't find any pulse or tell if he was breathing. I kept trying... and I even got help to verify what I thought was the case.
I had to recover a bit before I could go to my MRI appointment. He was too stiff to arrange in a more comfortable posture so I had to leave him there on his bed. I had expected my scans to allow me to be home in plenty of time to be back before he got back. I ended up having my low back, mid back, brain without contrast, and brain with contrast. So, I wasn't able to beat him back home.
It was quite awhile before we could get it together enough to get him shrouded in the bags I'd been able to get. I thought I'd grabbed lawn-sized bags. They were not. So we had to get creative.
I have had to leave a message with the crematorium we use for our pets. I've not gotten any return calls. It wasn't until yesterday that we managed to get him over to the local animal hospital to their freezer, since our big freezer is already winter stocked with no room. So we will be paying the transport fee on top of the other fees, which is fine. I don't know how much the total is going to be with no callbacks to arrange payment of all fees.
My son and I are ok, but it is a little hard as literally everywhere we look there is something that reminds us of him. Most of his bedding is washed up to prevent cats from peeing in my room. I have two boxes of dog treats, one of which has large sized ones. If I'd known how soon he would be leaving, I would have been giving him the full treat instead of splitting them per yard trip. I'd have had Merlin lift him up onto one of our beds instead of the big nest we'd made him. His arthritis had been making up and down very difficult for him.