Sunday, October 17, 2004

Didn't think it would be so hard...

For the past few months, Rover's been whimpering and wuffing and whining at us. We thought he was going senile, so gave him calming pills to help him relax.

For the past few weeks, he's been really listless.

Last week, he got a bath. I noticed red splotches on his back, but mom said they were freckles.

Friday morning, around 11:30 AM, I noticed he was bleeding from his mouth. We took him to the around the corner vet's, and they said he had lost a tooth. We put towels on the furniture and made a vet appointment for Thursday for him to get cleaned up. Mom was going to take a urine sample in to the vet on Monday.

Yesterday, he wasn't eating except for chicken broth, since we assumed his mouth was still sore. He went for his walk, but it took 45 minutes to get around the block.

Today....he was so listless. He rarely moved. This morning, he made this hideous wailing/screaming/crying sound that caused mom and I to rush out. He seemed okay, but we stayed and stroked him. He slept almost all day, save for when mom would wake him up to make sure that she could. After dinner, he didn't want a treat from the table. Then, as I was cleaning the table, I noticed he was laying down on the floor....and started peeing a storm. While lying down. Mom rolled him over to clean him up, and saw these red splotches/spots all over his underside. We wrapped him up in a towel and took him to the emergancy vet clinic.

I can't remember exactly what was said. There was blood in his stools, but it was it wasn't from swallowing what was in his mouth. He was still bleeding from his mouth. Also, the red splotches was blood up close to the skin. Something, somewhere, inside him was bleeding. It could've been hundreds of things, including cancer or his body "being allergic to itself"....or anything, really. It was going to cost between $1200 to $2200 for the overnight....if he survived it. And survival was a slim expectation. So...we decided it would be best if he were put down.

We got to say goodbye. We were probably with him for an hour or two. I lost track of time. Poor ol' guy was so sad and listless. He just lay on the table. He licked dad's ear a few times, but generally was just...laying there and getting hugs from all of us. Mom opted to stay in the room while it happened. I tried to...but I spazzed out when I saw the needle come out. I had to leave. I sat outside and waited.

It wasn't more than a minute later that mom came out of the room. After hugging the vet, of course.

*Sighs* He was my 9th year birthday present. While looking for a puppy at that particular place...he chose me. Whenever I was visiting with another pup, he'd run up and jump at me. He was the owner's favorite, and our's as well. Being only 9 years old, I named him Rover....because that's what dogs are called.

*Curls up and hugs her Joey-jacket* I called Joey and cried at him for awhile....poor guy. He feels bad he wasn't able to be here and be with me. I wish he could've been too...I really need a hug.

April 1, 1992 -- October 17, 2004
Say "Hi" to Brandy for us, ol' boy...

Thursday, October 07, 2004

Lovely post..

Woke up feeling generally lonely and depressy. Gotta love hormones and having a boyfriend who lives a 6 hour drive away and works his ass off so I rarely get to see him.

And run on sentences. Gotta love those, too.

Merf. Damn my birth control pills and the hormones that are an effect of them!! *Stab* At least I'm not as insane when the "Menstranity" starts anymore. At least according to my love...which is good. Now I'm just a little grumpy about the inconveniance of it.

Want sex NOW. *Glares at L.A.* Give me back my boyfriend.