In loving memory of tweety... I will always remember you...
backdated to 27 - 29 Aug 2008
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This entry is written in loving memory of my beloved dog, tweety. She had, unfortunately, left this world after 3 days of intense struggle between life and death.
Tweety has not been eating since this Mon and Tue and she was terribly weak.
On Wed, I knew I had to take her to the animal clinic. What I did not know, however, was that it would turn out to be a major disruption to my life. The vet did a blood test andtold me that her condition was very serious and she seemed to be suffering from anaemia. her organs also seemed to be deterioating. This was a long time since I cried. She needed a blood transfusion immediately. Thanks to a donor, she had a transfusion on that day. My mum, bro and I went to visit her at the clinic in the evening. However, her condition did not really improve much after the transfusion.
On Thur, I went to visit her in the afternoon. I carried her in the arms and she seemed so weak and fragile. Restless. Apparently she was suffering from immense pain. Her tummy was bloated and the vet said that she required an ultrasound. She was transported to the animal hospital for the scan and the results showed that she had tumor. The vet suggested 2 options - to treat her blood disorder first or to do a surgery to investigate the cancer. I chose to treat her anaemia first after discussion with the vet. The reason was she was simply too weak for the surgery. On my way home, I cried again.
On Fri, I went to visit her in the late morning and the vet told me that her condition was not improving. I had 2 choices then - to put her to sleep immediately or to do surgery (which she may still die during the procedure). Either choice would be a big risk. I asked the vet whether my baby was suffering and she affirmed it. I knew the last resort was to do the surgery since it was the last and only hope. The vet then proceeded to inform me that during the surgery she might still died. Or that when doing the surgery and they found that the cancer had spreaded to other organs, she wanted me to make a decision. To put her to sleep during surgery so that she will not wake up from anaethestic and could then passed away "peacefully". Or to let her wake up from anaethestic and continue suffering from both the cancer and now, the new wound. I could then bring her back and let her die slowly. I asked the vet again whether she would be suffering. She said my baby seemed to be in great pain and suggested that I considered putting her to sleep during the surgery if nothing could be done to save her.
It was about 12.30pm and she asked me to consider and said the surgery would be performed at 2pm. The clinic was closed during lunch. I called everyone in my family. I called my dad, mum and bro to come down to see her last time. I really thanked them for coming because they had to take leave all of a sudden. I told them of the situation and they suggested putting her to sleep.
I told them I was very sure that she had to go to the surgery since it was her (and my) last chance. The only dilemma was that it would be hard for me to put her to sleep during surgery because I can't bear to let her go. But at the end, I decided that if her pain was so intense and she would still die eventually, I should learn to let go, even if I could not.
At 2.15pm, my mum rushed down to carry her for the last time. She told her to go away peacefully. I cried and cried. The vet took my baby to the surgery room and we waited outside. About 10 mins later, one of the staff came out to inform me that her condition was very bad. I went into the surgery and she showed me that the spleen was filled with many abnormal growth and they have affected her liver. The cancer could also be a cause for her anaemia. She suggested that I should put her to sleep now since she was on anaethestic. At least, this will ensure that she could leave more peacefully.
I cried and cried again. I knew what I had to do. I signed on the form. Then I was told to wait outside while she adminsitered the injection. When it was done, she told me to go in. There my tweety baby was, lying motionlessly on the surgery bed. Everyone of us went to her and we cried. My brother also cried. I held onto her body and kissed her for the last time. I also played the "da bei zou" on my phone so that she could leave peacefully. Time seemed to have come to a standstill.
I took her cage from the clinic and I whispered softly. "Baby, we are going home". Yes, she was going home.
My tweety will be cremated on 3 Sep at 3pm.
May 1997 - 29 August 2008
I will always remember you, my baby tweety girl. Take care. I miss you. Life... will never be the same without you. Thanks for spending time with me, filling my lonely nights with love.
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This entry is written in loving memory of my beloved dog, tweety. She had, unfortunately, left this world after 3 days of intense struggle between life and death.
Tweety has not been eating since this Mon and Tue and she was terribly weak.
On Wed, I knew I had to take her to the animal clinic. What I did not know, however, was that it would turn out to be a major disruption to my life. The vet did a blood test andtold me that her condition was very serious and she seemed to be suffering from anaemia. her organs also seemed to be deterioating. This was a long time since I cried. She needed a blood transfusion immediately. Thanks to a donor, she had a transfusion on that day. My mum, bro and I went to visit her at the clinic in the evening. However, her condition did not really improve much after the transfusion.
On Thur, I went to visit her in the afternoon. I carried her in the arms and she seemed so weak and fragile. Restless. Apparently she was suffering from immense pain. Her tummy was bloated and the vet said that she required an ultrasound. She was transported to the animal hospital for the scan and the results showed that she had tumor. The vet suggested 2 options - to treat her blood disorder first or to do a surgery to investigate the cancer. I chose to treat her anaemia first after discussion with the vet. The reason was she was simply too weak for the surgery. On my way home, I cried again.
On Fri, I went to visit her in the late morning and the vet told me that her condition was not improving. I had 2 choices then - to put her to sleep immediately or to do surgery (which she may still die during the procedure). Either choice would be a big risk. I asked the vet whether my baby was suffering and she affirmed it. I knew the last resort was to do the surgery since it was the last and only hope. The vet then proceeded to inform me that during the surgery she might still died. Or that when doing the surgery and they found that the cancer had spreaded to other organs, she wanted me to make a decision. To put her to sleep during surgery so that she will not wake up from anaethestic and could then passed away "peacefully". Or to let her wake up from anaethestic and continue suffering from both the cancer and now, the new wound. I could then bring her back and let her die slowly. I asked the vet again whether she would be suffering. She said my baby seemed to be in great pain and suggested that I considered putting her to sleep during the surgery if nothing could be done to save her.
It was about 12.30pm and she asked me to consider and said the surgery would be performed at 2pm. The clinic was closed during lunch. I called everyone in my family. I called my dad, mum and bro to come down to see her last time. I really thanked them for coming because they had to take leave all of a sudden. I told them of the situation and they suggested putting her to sleep.
I told them I was very sure that she had to go to the surgery since it was her (and my) last chance. The only dilemma was that it would be hard for me to put her to sleep during surgery because I can't bear to let her go. But at the end, I decided that if her pain was so intense and she would still die eventually, I should learn to let go, even if I could not.
At 2.15pm, my mum rushed down to carry her for the last time. She told her to go away peacefully. I cried and cried. The vet took my baby to the surgery room and we waited outside. About 10 mins later, one of the staff came out to inform me that her condition was very bad. I went into the surgery and she showed me that the spleen was filled with many abnormal growth and they have affected her liver. The cancer could also be a cause for her anaemia. She suggested that I should put her to sleep now since she was on anaethestic. At least, this will ensure that she could leave more peacefully.
I cried and cried again. I knew what I had to do. I signed on the form. Then I was told to wait outside while she adminsitered the injection. When it was done, she told me to go in. There my tweety baby was, lying motionlessly on the surgery bed. Everyone of us went to her and we cried. My brother also cried. I held onto her body and kissed her for the last time. I also played the "da bei zou" on my phone so that she could leave peacefully. Time seemed to have come to a standstill.
I took her cage from the clinic and I whispered softly. "Baby, we are going home". Yes, she was going home.
My tweety will be cremated on 3 Sep at 3pm.
May 1997 - 29 August 2008
I will always remember you, my baby tweety girl. Take care. I miss you. Life... will never be the same without you. Thanks for spending time with me, filling my lonely nights with love.