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Today has been a really shit day... I had to call up the Vets to get my beloved dog put down.
I'd had her over 9 years since she was a 10 week old pup straight from the breeder. She looked like a small white teddy bear and who could resist that
She'd slowed down a bit in the last few years and suffered from mild arthritis but we had a food supplement that controlled it well and sadly enough only 3 weeks ago she was running around better than she had in years...
In the end we noticed she wasnt lifting her tail properly to go to the toilet. We took her to the vets who initially thought it might just be some skin irritation causing it. But a few days after she walked into the vets she lost control of one of her backlegs and could barely walk.
We had her x-rayed at the vets but they couldnt see any skeletal reason for it and our fears centred on a neurological disorder.
Yesterday I took her to Cambridge University Vetrinary Hospital where she had an MRI scan - from the scan they could see a cancerous growth within her spinal cord.
Rather than a discrete tumour it was mixed in with the healthy cells of the spinal cord so was basically un-removable. Pressure from the growth of the tumour was causing her problems and she would be paralyzed completely as it grew.
We'd had to keep her on constant painkillers for the last few weeks so I decided enough was enough but by god was it a hard decision to end the life of one so loved...
The vet came at two and she passed away with me stroking her - I personally carried her corpse into the vets car to say my final goodbye. I'm having her cremated and her ashes returned to me for what its worth...
Part of me still cant believe shes gone - I find myself looking for her where she would usually sit and expecting her to be waiting at the door when I come home but I guess that will pass in time.
The wife and eldest child are pretty upset (the younger ones are too young to realise yet) but I guess its me that will miss her the most - she loved the wife and tolerated the kids but she was my dog.
She used to follow me around the house - even in the last days when moving was painfull she would come and sit nearby and if I was ever ill she would sit by my bed.
Sorry for the long rambling post but I think it helps a bit.
I'd had her over 9 years since she was a 10 week old pup straight from the breeder. She looked like a small white teddy bear and who could resist that
She'd slowed down a bit in the last few years and suffered from mild arthritis but we had a food supplement that controlled it well and sadly enough only 3 weeks ago she was running around better than she had in years...
In the end we noticed she wasnt lifting her tail properly to go to the toilet. We took her to the vets who initially thought it might just be some skin irritation causing it. But a few days after she walked into the vets she lost control of one of her backlegs and could barely walk.
We had her x-rayed at the vets but they couldnt see any skeletal reason for it and our fears centred on a neurological disorder.
Yesterday I took her to Cambridge University Vetrinary Hospital where she had an MRI scan - from the scan they could see a cancerous growth within her spinal cord.
Rather than a discrete tumour it was mixed in with the healthy cells of the spinal cord so was basically un-removable. Pressure from the growth of the tumour was causing her problems and she would be paralyzed completely as it grew.
We'd had to keep her on constant painkillers for the last few weeks so I decided enough was enough but by god was it a hard decision to end the life of one so loved...
The vet came at two and she passed away with me stroking her - I personally carried her corpse into the vets car to say my final goodbye. I'm having her cremated and her ashes returned to me for what its worth...
Part of me still cant believe shes gone - I find myself looking for her where she would usually sit and expecting her to be waiting at the door when I come home but I guess that will pass in time.
The wife and eldest child are pretty upset (the younger ones are too young to realise yet) but I guess its me that will miss her the most - she loved the wife and tolerated the kids but she was my dog.
She used to follow me around the house - even in the last days when moving was painfull she would come and sit nearby and if I was ever ill she would sit by my bed.
Sorry for the long rambling post but I think it helps a bit.