MollyMoomin
Well-Known Member
I know I don't post here so much but 
We lost Herman yesterday evening. Utterly, utterly shocked. Had taken him to the vets as he was being sick and was starting to appear a little dehydrated. Vet felt tummy & felt something so x rayed and saw something blocking his intestine. I thought it was a bloody stick, he had a bad habit of picking one up then racing off with it to chew in peace before I come bustling up after him to get it off him. He did it on his walk yesterday morning.
Vet sent me home and said they'd ring as soon as any news. When the phone rang within 40minutes of me getting back, I knew it wasn't going to be good news but I didn't expect to be told he had aggressive cancer EVERYWHERE. One of his tumours had burst so there was absolutely no decision to make and he didn't wake up. I am utterly bereft.
I've gone over and over it, there was NO outside sign he had cancer, even the vet was shocked at just how normal he was (for a weimaraner
). He was only 3.
I don't know what to do! You have to believe me when I say he was my shadow. He came EVERYWHERE with me, he slept at my feet (a 36kg dog hogging the duvet is even less fun than the boyfriend), he came to work with me, the only times we were apart was at the yard (jealous of the cob) and when I was at the gym (and he was so liked he was even allowed to come there with me on a couple of occasions when it was quiet!). He knew my car was coming from 3 streets away and would be at the window waiting to watch me pull up the drive & would be by the door to greet me. My cats, god love them, have taken his place at the foot of the bed so I still have weight there, even if it isn't Barky-weight. My boyfriend is a mess as well. I swear that dog was nearly human.
I'm rambling now but I just can't believe he has gone. And I know it hasn't hit me fully yet. I just wish I could have had one last kiss of his snout :wub: He wouldn't go with the vet to the x ray room so I had to lead him in then shoot out before he tried to get out with me. It's the last time I saw him
Hug your hound today and think of Herman for me.
We lost Herman yesterday evening. Utterly, utterly shocked. Had taken him to the vets as he was being sick and was starting to appear a little dehydrated. Vet felt tummy & felt something so x rayed and saw something blocking his intestine. I thought it was a bloody stick, he had a bad habit of picking one up then racing off with it to chew in peace before I come bustling up after him to get it off him. He did it on his walk yesterday morning.
Vet sent me home and said they'd ring as soon as any news. When the phone rang within 40minutes of me getting back, I knew it wasn't going to be good news but I didn't expect to be told he had aggressive cancer EVERYWHERE. One of his tumours had burst so there was absolutely no decision to make and he didn't wake up. I am utterly bereft.
I've gone over and over it, there was NO outside sign he had cancer, even the vet was shocked at just how normal he was (for a weimaraner
I don't know what to do! You have to believe me when I say he was my shadow. He came EVERYWHERE with me, he slept at my feet (a 36kg dog hogging the duvet is even less fun than the boyfriend), he came to work with me, the only times we were apart was at the yard (jealous of the cob) and when I was at the gym (and he was so liked he was even allowed to come there with me on a couple of occasions when it was quiet!). He knew my car was coming from 3 streets away and would be at the window waiting to watch me pull up the drive & would be by the door to greet me. My cats, god love them, have taken his place at the foot of the bed so I still have weight there, even if it isn't Barky-weight. My boyfriend is a mess as well. I swear that dog was nearly human.
I'm rambling now but I just can't believe he has gone. And I know it hasn't hit me fully yet. I just wish I could have had one last kiss of his snout :wub: He wouldn't go with the vet to the x ray room so I had to lead him in then shoot out before he tried to get out with me. It's the last time I saw him
Hug your hound today and think of Herman for me.