debster913
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Hi, all--
I am not posting about my dad, though he is still in declining health (we found out that he has dementia). More on that later.
My husband and I got back from the vet's office this morning after putting down my/my dad's dog. She adpoted my family when she was a stray puppy, and she had many happy years with my mom and dad after I graduated college and left the nest. This was a dog who could "talk," I swear! She would go, "Roo, roo, roo," as if she were actually talking to you.
She'd been having seizures for the past week. At first a week ago when we took her to the vet, he thought she was just reacting to all the stress with my dad being gone (Mike and I have been staying at my dad's since he was hospitalized/put in the nursing home). But he did blood work and her white blood cell count was high and that she had cancer. My family decided we should let her live out her days as happy as she could be--after all, she was 13 years old--pretty old for a Samoyed. However, Aggie continued to have a few seizures this week (when we weren't there when they happened, but the evidence was there), the worst this morning. The Hubster and I took her to the vet, and the vet suggested that we have her put to sleep since she was just going to get worse.
I have never had to make this kind of decision before (my parents did with my two other dogs I had when I was growing up), but we didn't want to see Aggie suffer. We signed the papers, spent a few last moments with her, and let the vet take her since neither one of us wanted to watch the vet euthanize her. We kept her leash and collar.
I miss my Aggie. She was a great dog.
I am not posting about my dad, though he is still in declining health (we found out that he has dementia). More on that later.
My husband and I got back from the vet's office this morning after putting down my/my dad's dog. She adpoted my family when she was a stray puppy, and she had many happy years with my mom and dad after I graduated college and left the nest. This was a dog who could "talk," I swear! She would go, "Roo, roo, roo," as if she were actually talking to you.
She'd been having seizures for the past week. At first a week ago when we took her to the vet, he thought she was just reacting to all the stress with my dad being gone (Mike and I have been staying at my dad's since he was hospitalized/put in the nursing home). But he did blood work and her white blood cell count was high and that she had cancer. My family decided we should let her live out her days as happy as she could be--after all, she was 13 years old--pretty old for a Samoyed. However, Aggie continued to have a few seizures this week (when we weren't there when they happened, but the evidence was there), the worst this morning. The Hubster and I took her to the vet, and the vet suggested that we have her put to sleep since she was just going to get worse.
I have never had to make this kind of decision before (my parents did with my two other dogs I had when I was growing up), but we didn't want to see Aggie suffer. We signed the papers, spent a few last moments with her, and let the vet take her since neither one of us wanted to watch the vet euthanize her. We kept her leash and collar.
I miss my Aggie. She was a great dog.