FinnishLapphund
There's no cow on the ice
I've posted another thread about that Blomma, 15½, have been admitted to the emergency veterinary hospital with Pancreatitis since the 22nd. For those who haven't read that thread, I might repeat some things those who have read it already knows. Earlier today the veterinarian thought that if they only could find a combination of painkiller pills which we could give at home, we might be able to take her home tomorrow, or the day after that, and let her heal, and recover the rest at home.
But the veterinarian called again this evening saying that she'd gotten worse, according to her blood test she should be in good condition except for the pancreatitis, but her body was giving up, and they didn't think she would survive the night. So we went there (15 minutes drive), and as they rolled her into the room, she saw me and lifted her head, so I think she recognised me. As soon as I held my hand in front of her nose she put her head back down, and relaxed. The vet said she was going to leave us alone for a few minutes to say goodbye, but I told her to stay, and to do it at once. I only wanted Blomma to know that we where with her, but I didn't want to prolong anything unnecessary. It didn't take many seconds after the injection, before her heart had stopped.
I'm so heartbroken, my inside is a big anxious knot of sorrow, but I'm also so grateful for that we got to keep her for so long, about 1½ years longer than her sister.
Blomma was convinced that she was smaller than her actual size, and was always surprised if she turned over in her sleep, and thereby rolled over the edge of whatever she was sleeping on. How could that happen when she was so small? She loved food, and I'm glad that we have spoilt her a bit after that her mother, and sister died last year, she quickly got used to that she could get a small vegetarian dog treat occasionally here and there during the walks, just because she was cute.
My mum took her out for a short morning walk around 11 o'clock the 22nd, and she was her usual happy self, eager to go out as soon as she'd had her collar + leash put on. No signs of her being about to get so ill, happily eating some treats during the walk. She also ate one of her daily food portions without hesitation at some point between 12, or 12.30. And then, she got sick between 13.00-13.30.
In a way it's wonderful that she was doing as well as she did, all the way up until the pancreatitis broke out in full force. But on the other hand, that also meant it came as a shock out of the blue. We took her to the vet hospital expecting to have to euthanise her, but once there they didn't find any tumours, or anything else lethal, only the pancreatitis which they thought seemed fully treatable. And first she got better, then worse due to not tolerating an increased morphine dose, then better again, until this evening when her body just couldn't fight anymore.
I feel lost without her. My 2 cats have missed her, and was very interested when we came home with her body. They spent the first few hours switching between thoroughly inspecting Blomma's body, playing with their cat toys + each other, and begging for some Dreamies. Then they slept some, came to inspect Blomma again, and went away to sleep some more. I so, so wish that I could deal with her death in such an uncomplicated way.
I also wish I could have told Blomma how grateful I am for having had her in my life, tell her thank you for the 15 years, 6 month, and 12 days she was in my life. She didn't tolerate the heat so well this year, that's why she have a lion cut in one of the photos.
Thank you so much for all the support, and well wishes on the other thread, it has meant a lot these last days.
But the veterinarian called again this evening saying that she'd gotten worse, according to her blood test she should be in good condition except for the pancreatitis, but her body was giving up, and they didn't think she would survive the night. So we went there (15 minutes drive), and as they rolled her into the room, she saw me and lifted her head, so I think she recognised me. As soon as I held my hand in front of her nose she put her head back down, and relaxed. The vet said she was going to leave us alone for a few minutes to say goodbye, but I told her to stay, and to do it at once. I only wanted Blomma to know that we where with her, but I didn't want to prolong anything unnecessary. It didn't take many seconds after the injection, before her heart had stopped.
I'm so heartbroken, my inside is a big anxious knot of sorrow, but I'm also so grateful for that we got to keep her for so long, about 1½ years longer than her sister.
Blomma was convinced that she was smaller than her actual size, and was always surprised if she turned over in her sleep, and thereby rolled over the edge of whatever she was sleeping on. How could that happen when she was so small? She loved food, and I'm glad that we have spoilt her a bit after that her mother, and sister died last year, she quickly got used to that she could get a small vegetarian dog treat occasionally here and there during the walks, just because she was cute.
My mum took her out for a short morning walk around 11 o'clock the 22nd, and she was her usual happy self, eager to go out as soon as she'd had her collar + leash put on. No signs of her being about to get so ill, happily eating some treats during the walk. She also ate one of her daily food portions without hesitation at some point between 12, or 12.30. And then, she got sick between 13.00-13.30.
In a way it's wonderful that she was doing as well as she did, all the way up until the pancreatitis broke out in full force. But on the other hand, that also meant it came as a shock out of the blue. We took her to the vet hospital expecting to have to euthanise her, but once there they didn't find any tumours, or anything else lethal, only the pancreatitis which they thought seemed fully treatable. And first she got better, then worse due to not tolerating an increased morphine dose, then better again, until this evening when her body just couldn't fight anymore.
I feel lost without her. My 2 cats have missed her, and was very interested when we came home with her body. They spent the first few hours switching between thoroughly inspecting Blomma's body, playing with their cat toys + each other, and begging for some Dreamies. Then they slept some, came to inspect Blomma again, and went away to sleep some more. I so, so wish that I could deal with her death in such an uncomplicated way.
I also wish I could have told Blomma how grateful I am for having had her in my life, tell her thank you for the 15 years, 6 month, and 12 days she was in my life. She didn't tolerate the heat so well this year, that's why she have a lion cut in one of the photos.
Thank you so much for all the support, and well wishes on the other thread, it has meant a lot these last days.
