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The last 2 weeks have been the most awful I have had and has left me heartbroken and devastated :heartbroke:.
My little Westie of 15yrs and 4 months hadn't been himself and had lost weight (2.5kgs). A trip to the Vet and blood tests showed he had renal failure which had been causing him to be sick. Although old, he was still very bright so they decided to keep him in for a couple of days to flush his kidneys out and hopefully with diet and medication it would not make him better, but give him a few more months with us.
Things were looking positive and we brought him home, he hated the tinned dog food and trying to get the tablets down him was awful and made us feel very guilty because we didn't want him to be frightened of us as it took a few goes.
Two weeks ago today he started being sick again and looked very tired, he was due at the Vets for a follow up and they took more bloods. We took him for a little walk whilst they did the count...not good news, one count should have been 60 and his was 500, he would go downhill fast. We arranged for a home visit for him to be put to sleep...they could only do Monday 14 September and I couldn't do that day, you see that weekend would have been Mum's birthday, 13 September, she went to sleep the following day 14 September and to top it all, she actually bought him for us all those years ago, it would have crucified me!
Another Vet arranged to come out on Saturday 12 September. The drive home was horrendous and I told O/H that no way was he having the diet food that night, he was going to have a beefy dinner. We called at the butchers and O/H went in to buy a piece of steak. When he came out he broke down saying that the butcher had given him a piece of steak for free when he found out what it was for because he had just done the same with his dog and knew what we were going through...there are still some very nice people out there. My little doggy loved his dinner and its the first time in ages that he wolfed it down. He slept all night on the sofa and we stayed up until gone 2.00am, but we couldn't sleep at all. Daybreak came and our little boy woke up on the bed, his little eyes said it all, he was tired and had had enough. I told him it would be OK and that he would go sleeps and feel better and he looked into my eyes and gave me a feeble lick.
We stayed with him throughout, it was very peaceful and he went up those doggy stairs, where he'll be waiting for us one day with his waggy tail!
I found a really nice pet crematorium who managed to fit us in last minute and our boy is back home with us. The Vet sent us s lovely card with hand written poem which meant a lot.
The void he has left behind is tremendous.
I just wanted to thank everybody who wrote on a previous blog, when my Westie had been poorly.
Sorry if this is not the right place.
My little Westie of 15yrs and 4 months hadn't been himself and had lost weight (2.5kgs). A trip to the Vet and blood tests showed he had renal failure which had been causing him to be sick. Although old, he was still very bright so they decided to keep him in for a couple of days to flush his kidneys out and hopefully with diet and medication it would not make him better, but give him a few more months with us.
Things were looking positive and we brought him home, he hated the tinned dog food and trying to get the tablets down him was awful and made us feel very guilty because we didn't want him to be frightened of us as it took a few goes.
Two weeks ago today he started being sick again and looked very tired, he was due at the Vets for a follow up and they took more bloods. We took him for a little walk whilst they did the count...not good news, one count should have been 60 and his was 500, he would go downhill fast. We arranged for a home visit for him to be put to sleep...they could only do Monday 14 September and I couldn't do that day, you see that weekend would have been Mum's birthday, 13 September, she went to sleep the following day 14 September and to top it all, she actually bought him for us all those years ago, it would have crucified me!
Another Vet arranged to come out on Saturday 12 September. The drive home was horrendous and I told O/H that no way was he having the diet food that night, he was going to have a beefy dinner. We called at the butchers and O/H went in to buy a piece of steak. When he came out he broke down saying that the butcher had given him a piece of steak for free when he found out what it was for because he had just done the same with his dog and knew what we were going through...there are still some very nice people out there. My little doggy loved his dinner and its the first time in ages that he wolfed it down. He slept all night on the sofa and we stayed up until gone 2.00am, but we couldn't sleep at all. Daybreak came and our little boy woke up on the bed, his little eyes said it all, he was tired and had had enough. I told him it would be OK and that he would go sleeps and feel better and he looked into my eyes and gave me a feeble lick.
We stayed with him throughout, it was very peaceful and he went up those doggy stairs, where he'll be waiting for us one day with his waggy tail!
I found a really nice pet crematorium who managed to fit us in last minute and our boy is back home with us. The Vet sent us s lovely card with hand written poem which meant a lot.
The void he has left behind is tremendous.
I just wanted to thank everybody who wrote on a previous blog, when my Westie had been poorly.
Sorry if this is not the right place.