I watched my dog die on Monday night....
My fiance and I both saw it, and it's been rough being home. Remembering him seizing all over the hallway , and that was after 3 vet visits in that 5 day period. His lab work came back positive as did the heart ECG they did. They weren't sure why his back leg was so weak or why it appeared he had a seizure earlier that day Monday.
I had left the house for 5 minutes only to come back and see him lying in pee,poop, and he had puke on his mouth. Seizure didn't even occur to me really. I just had brought him to animal hospital on Thursday night prior to Monday and he got better quickly after getting there. Then Saturday morning I got him blood work done at our vet, got him some medicine for arthritis. He was normal Sunday and then Monday.
I keep thinking about him seizing on the floor and then ultimately in the car again on the final visit to the animal hospital that Monday night. I was covered in his urine when we got there. I was insanely crying since the beginning of the whole situation. Just seeing him in pain for the first time and seeing him seizing for the first time. I felt so bad for him.. my fiance was a wreck too, shes been with him for the past 9 years since we met. I rescued him originally in 2006 and he was 3 or 4. He lived almost 18 years....
The whole time I had him in my arms as they prepared to put him down. I actually had him since we left our house till that moment. Our daughter got there and she witnessed everything as well. She was very strong and I was so sad for her. She had him most nights since she was 8 years old and first met me. She ended up being my dogs world and he always spent time around her.
Then they took him off and brought him back in a red Sox blanket. They saw my hat and thought that was a nice thing to do and I too was so appreciative. He came back to my arms and they injected him.and I watched his face and pet his paw till he was gone. Then I just lost it even more as did everyone really.
It's just so sad. I miss him so much. I wrote a poem about him last night and showed my fiance tonight. I don't write much anymore. It felt like I had to give him a tribute. I plan on getting my first tattoo at age 36 and itll be him. Gonna have his best picture and get it on my calf. That way I'll always have him with me.
Losing a dog is tough and especially when you live long enough to avoid a lot of personal tragedy. This one was closest to me even though I've lost an uncle,aunt,and cousin. It's not that anyone was more or less important to me, the dog was mine. We spent a lot of time together and he was my boy. Its only been four days now and today is the first time I haven't cried uncontrollably. It's not easier. It's just becoming a reality that I have to live with.
RIP Cheech
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