A Very Sad Day...
darph_bobo and I took a very sad call this evening. Our dog, Zoe, has been sick for the past month. She had been diagnosed with a urinary tract infection and had been on antibiotics for 3 weeks. Unfortunately, this didn't seem to cure all of her symptoms. We had been hoping it was just a simple case of incontinence, but the vet had wanted to do some other tests to be sure. We got the results this evening. Zoe is dying from kidney failure, along with the UTI, anemia and hyperthyroidism. There isn't much we can do at this point. There are treatments, but their success rate is very slim, even with animals in much better shape than Zoe.
We made a very hard decision tonight. Zoe will be put to sleep on Saturday.
I feel both sad and relieved at the same time. She will be missed terribly, but she will no longer suffer. I can't, in good conscience, subject Zoe to treatments that will most likely do nothing to improve her condition. That feels more like torture than anything. She is old, at 14 she's incredibly old for a dog, but that doesn't make it easier. And you still feel like crap because *she* can't understand what's wrong only that she doesn't feel good and she wants you to make it better. Even Bailey knows something is wrong. She keeps wanting to comfort me, at least, as best she knows how.
I feel guilty for concentrating on mundane things, like writing checks for bills (yes, I still do that) and worrying about a meeting I have tomorrow. But part of me knows that the decision has been made and nothing will change it, so other things must be addressed. I still feel like crap though.
More on Saturday.
We made a very hard decision tonight. Zoe will be put to sleep on Saturday.
I feel both sad and relieved at the same time. She will be missed terribly, but she will no longer suffer. I can't, in good conscience, subject Zoe to treatments that will most likely do nothing to improve her condition. That feels more like torture than anything. She is old, at 14 she's incredibly old for a dog, but that doesn't make it easier. And you still feel like crap because *she* can't understand what's wrong only that she doesn't feel good and she wants you to make it better. Even Bailey knows something is wrong. She keeps wanting to comfort me, at least, as best she knows how.
I feel guilty for concentrating on mundane things, like writing checks for bills (yes, I still do that) and worrying about a meeting I have tomorrow. But part of me knows that the decision has been made and nothing will change it, so other things must be addressed. I still feel like crap though.
More on Saturday.