A strange experience to remember for the rest of my life...RIP Tiny.
I had just arrived in Arkansas only a few hours before this happened.
Tiny, my grandparents 80 lb dog, had recently been diagnosed with Tick Fever. Her eyes were filled with blood, she was very weak, and was looking really rough. She had been waiting for my grandpa to come home from his trip to Michigan. Because she was blind, she did not perk up when my grandpa entered the room, but when she heard him speak, she gently patted her tail and lifted her head. That was his dog.
Tiny had a vet appointment today to check up on her condition. Shortly before leaving, she began wheezing very dryly. She was difficult to lead out the door and into the car. At first my grandma and my aunt were going to be the only ones taking her, but we realized that she was getting weaker, and she needed to be carried, so I had to come along to help my aunt carry her.
I sat in the back seat with Tiny, her dry wheezing had become very wet sounding on the way into Searcy. Tiny was having a very difficult time breathing, she changed positions a lot, but each time she laid back down, she would scoot closer and closer to me onto my lap. On the way there I noticed she had very pale gums, meaning she was anemic. Her eyes, literally rotting and filling with blood, couldn't see a thing. She was scared. Her breathing worsened as we arrived at the vets.
When I lifted her head from me to help her out of the car, I realized she had dripped mucus, from her lungs onto my arm. She got out of the car by her self, and that was the only good sign I saw.
As soon as we got inside, she couldn't even walk her self into the exam room. She had to be carried in, and lifted onto the table. Soon, she began crying watered down, orange blood from her eyes. Then the worse came. She began dripping the same liquid through her mouth, from her lungs. She was drowning.
The Vet took her back to get an x-ray, but we knew that she was in really bad shape, and she wasn't going to make it.
The results showed, that on top of Tick Fever, she also had a fungus infection. Crows are a known carrier of this type of air-born infection, and it travels wherever the wind happens to take it.
She had to be put down.
I had been comforting her the entire time, and I wasn't crying. I didn't think I would. But the vet tech came in, shaved Tiny's leg, and the Vet came in to inject her. As her body shut down, she moved her head trying to figure out what was going on. The Vet tech simply hushed her and told her she was alright. Tiny slowly stopped moving, until her muscles fell limp. It was the strangest feeling, feeling her die. Her bowels did what bowels do when muscles relax, and she began twitching from the left over electrical charge from her body. She moved as if she gagged, spilling out what was left over from the bloody fluid in her lungs onto the floor.
The most bizarre thing I have ever been apart of.
I wouldn't have shed more than a couple of tears, but my grandma, started crying. Naturally, I cried along with her for a little bit.
I realize this is something I will have to try to get used to if I pursue my dream of being a vet tech.
I highly doubt anyone read this, but I had to document this.
Tiny, my grandparents 80 lb dog, had recently been diagnosed with Tick Fever. Her eyes were filled with blood, she was very weak, and was looking really rough. She had been waiting for my grandpa to come home from his trip to Michigan. Because she was blind, she did not perk up when my grandpa entered the room, but when she heard him speak, she gently patted her tail and lifted her head. That was his dog.
Tiny had a vet appointment today to check up on her condition. Shortly before leaving, she began wheezing very dryly. She was difficult to lead out the door and into the car. At first my grandma and my aunt were going to be the only ones taking her, but we realized that she was getting weaker, and she needed to be carried, so I had to come along to help my aunt carry her.
I sat in the back seat with Tiny, her dry wheezing had become very wet sounding on the way into Searcy. Tiny was having a very difficult time breathing, she changed positions a lot, but each time she laid back down, she would scoot closer and closer to me onto my lap. On the way there I noticed she had very pale gums, meaning she was anemic. Her eyes, literally rotting and filling with blood, couldn't see a thing. She was scared. Her breathing worsened as we arrived at the vets.
When I lifted her head from me to help her out of the car, I realized she had dripped mucus, from her lungs onto my arm. She got out of the car by her self, and that was the only good sign I saw.
As soon as we got inside, she couldn't even walk her self into the exam room. She had to be carried in, and lifted onto the table. Soon, she began crying watered down, orange blood from her eyes. Then the worse came. She began dripping the same liquid through her mouth, from her lungs. She was drowning.
The Vet took her back to get an x-ray, but we knew that she was in really bad shape, and she wasn't going to make it.
The results showed, that on top of Tick Fever, she also had a fungus infection. Crows are a known carrier of this type of air-born infection, and it travels wherever the wind happens to take it.
She had to be put down.
I had been comforting her the entire time, and I wasn't crying. I didn't think I would. But the vet tech came in, shaved Tiny's leg, and the Vet came in to inject her. As her body shut down, she moved her head trying to figure out what was going on. The Vet tech simply hushed her and told her she was alright. Tiny slowly stopped moving, until her muscles fell limp. It was the strangest feeling, feeling her die. Her bowels did what bowels do when muscles relax, and she began twitching from the left over electrical charge from her body. She moved as if she gagged, spilling out what was left over from the bloody fluid in her lungs onto the floor.
The most bizarre thing I have ever been apart of.
I wouldn't have shed more than a couple of tears, but my grandma, started crying. Naturally, I cried along with her for a little bit.
I realize this is something I will have to try to get used to if I pursue my dream of being a vet tech.
I highly doubt anyone read this, but I had to document this.