Nov 19, 2008 20:04
I'm having a rough night. Last night my parents told me that my childhood dog, Midge, wasn't doing well. She couldn't stand up without toppling over, and she couldn't walk straight. The vet said it she may have had a stroke or has a tumor. Or, it could have been something as simple as an ear infection. Her blood work was fine, and they prescribed her some meds and sent her home. She wouldn't eat or drink anything and wasn't getting in better.
Today, they took her back to the vet. Tonight, they decided that they are going to put her down.
We got Midge on Christmas day when I was around 10 or so. Dad brought her in, tucked under his jacket. She was so small. We got her sooner than the recommended time they are supposed to stay with the litter because her mom had been hit by a car only 2 weeks after they were born and they were taken care of by the owner until they could make it on their own. She was so cute! The cutest of the litter by far.
Over the past 15 years, she has survived eating an entire box of homemade chocolates (for a rat terrier that is even more impressive), made it through eating a few rocks, evacuated for hurricanes, cuddled me through breakups, hidden under the bed during thunderstorms, run around like a mad woman after her baths, chased (but never caught) hundred of squirrels and rabbits, and become the closest thing for my parents in their home now that me and my brother no longer live there.
I will be just 2 days shy of making it home in time to see her one last time. But I don't want her to suffer. It's going to be hard being at home without her there. It just won't be the same.