poiuytrewq
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A few weeks ago our beloved Labrador of 13 years was diagnosed with the beginnings of mylopathy- I posted here about it.
The vet commented that at his old age we probably wouldn't notice much more deterioration as it's very slow (he'd shown small signs about a year) and that something else usually got in there first (only he said it in a kinder way!)
I remember thinking at the time it won't happen... He was too lively and happy even at 13, until I came home from work on Tuesday this week.
I work 3.5 hours and he stays home with our terrier.
He was lying against the back door where he'd poo'd and been sick. Stupidly now I let him out- I just didn't think. He staggered into the garden where he collapsed and his breathing became rapid but shallow.
It was awful, he was in the wet and mud and it was raining. I was able to carry/ drag him as far as the shed where I wrapped him in a horse rug and called my o/h. After an eternity where he just lay with his head on my lap my o/h got home from work and he was able to carry him to the car where we rushed to the vet.
They were unable to hear his heart or find a pulse. His breathing had worsened and the bit the hit me hardest was his eyes were dull and sunken. He was too weak to stand and we made the decision to pts.
They carried him back to my car and the vet did it in his basket in the boot of my car. I didn't want him to go in the surgery.
I'm heartbroken, I get home to a clean floor and no dog smell and it's awful. My little terrier won't leave my side as he's obviously devastated also.
I'd left home already when our family dog was pts so was out of it all and had no idea how hard it is.
As stupid as this sounds it's killing me the thought he's buried out there in the rain and mud alone. - totally irrational as I firmly believe when something's dead it's dead and gone but I can't shift this bloody thought
Sorry rambling now!
Sleep tight gorgeous boy xx
The vet commented that at his old age we probably wouldn't notice much more deterioration as it's very slow (he'd shown small signs about a year) and that something else usually got in there first (only he said it in a kinder way!)
I remember thinking at the time it won't happen... He was too lively and happy even at 13, until I came home from work on Tuesday this week.
I work 3.5 hours and he stays home with our terrier.
He was lying against the back door where he'd poo'd and been sick. Stupidly now I let him out- I just didn't think. He staggered into the garden where he collapsed and his breathing became rapid but shallow.
It was awful, he was in the wet and mud and it was raining. I was able to carry/ drag him as far as the shed where I wrapped him in a horse rug and called my o/h. After an eternity where he just lay with his head on my lap my o/h got home from work and he was able to carry him to the car where we rushed to the vet.
They were unable to hear his heart or find a pulse. His breathing had worsened and the bit the hit me hardest was his eyes were dull and sunken. He was too weak to stand and we made the decision to pts.
They carried him back to my car and the vet did it in his basket in the boot of my car. I didn't want him to go in the surgery.
I'm heartbroken, I get home to a clean floor and no dog smell and it's awful. My little terrier won't leave my side as he's obviously devastated also.
I'd left home already when our family dog was pts so was out of it all and had no idea how hard it is.
As stupid as this sounds it's killing me the thought he's buried out there in the rain and mud alone. - totally irrational as I firmly believe when something's dead it's dead and gone but I can't shift this bloody thought
Sorry rambling now!
Sleep tight gorgeous boy xx