Well...yesterday I sent my husband off to the vet with our 18 year old dalmation, knowing she was probably going to have to be put down. I couldn't go because I was hysterical, and quite frankly couldn't watch it happen. Vesta, my dog, has been in congestive heart failure for almost 6 month and last week leaped off a stair landing and hasn't been able to stand up on her own ever since, I cried non stop, and kept calling my husband on the cell phone asking him if it was 'over yet'. He told me she was in xray and would call me when he knew something. I was dumbfounded that she was being xrayed...an 18 year old dog?
Anyway, he called me back an hour later and said that they had taken her blood to check for liver and kidney failure...it was perfect. Scanned her heart and the congestive heart failure is actually better than it was three months ago and most of the fluid was gone. Nothing showed up on the leg and chest xrays except some 'minor arthritis'...nothing broken. Nothing of significance appeared on the pelvic xray. Because she was anesthesized Eric left her there and we picked her up several hours later.
When I got to the vet they told me what an amazing dog she is with a will to live like they had never seen. They had put her on a quilt on the floor and actually had to cage her because she was 'running' all around the office. The vet took one look at me and just took me in his private office and hugged me for about ten minutes. He assured me she is not in pain, because that I would not be able to justify.
Vesta has been with me for most of my 'fibro life' and has given me comfort most humans could never do. I couldn't imagine my life without her and I know she is old and that day will come sooner than later but for now, she is still sleeping next to me on my pillow, kissing my face when I hurt. I will have to pick her up when she falls, but the vet thinks that will get better because he believes she just pulled a muscle in her back.
I would like to thank all of you in this forum who have tolerated my silliness and somewhat strange sense of humor...it's what gets me through most of my bad flare days. I know some of you think I am nuts, but if one person can laugh through this fibro Hell, I am happy. Believe it or not, I was bawling my eyes out writing the Marlee's Couch post(it was the day I thought my dog was going to die, (was a week-end and couldn't get her to the vet because they were closed)) and for those few moments that you all made me laugh, I am grateful.
I WUV YOU, Sherrine! (and the rest of you too)
Huggies
donna