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It's Time
Jan 04, 2008 08:53AM
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I think today is the Day. Chica is completely off all food and water as of yesterday, and it's obvious she is ready. Yesterday was the first time in her months-long, downward spiral that she had no redeeming quality of life. Her day began with a spectacular barf-fest, one last trip outside, and she spent the rest of the day on the couch covered with a blanket. Even seeing Maggie and King with rawhide chews sparked no reaction from her. There has been no urine output in 24 hours, and in my opinion, she has entered the realm of suffering. My husband seems to be trying to avoid the issue and I suspect he wants to wait another day. I just can't do that to her.
Unfortunately, Chica is still more alert than I would like at this time, so we'll likely have to resort to the vet's tranquilizers this afternoon when we bring her in. My rational mind understands that this will be a blessing for Chica. My emotional mind rebels at having to be the one to "pull the trigger" so to speak. My poor little baby...
Unfortunately, Chica is still more alert than I would like at this time, so we'll likely have to resort to the vet's tranquilizers this afternoon when we bring her in. My rational mind understands that this will be a blessing for Chica. My emotional mind rebels at having to be the one to "pull the trigger" so to speak. My poor little baby...
I know exactly how you feel when you say "pulling the trigger" but please try to listen to the wonderful words you use when you talk to us on this site. You are doing the best thing for Chica and you know that. You did everything you could for her and gave her a wonderful life. It is her time...I know it doesn't make it any easier. It is so difficult. There are many prayers out there for you and Chica....God bless both of you.
The appointment is at 5:00 this afternoon. I've been an emotional wreck all day. Chica, true to form, is a bit brighter over yesterday, but not enough to warrant letting her go another day. My worst nightmare is coming true. If the tranquilizers don't work you might as well just have the white coat with the extra long sleeves ready and waiting. This poor dog hasn't forget any of her manners either. She insisted on going outside for one last pee and poop a couple hours ago. She is so weak that she couldn't hold the position long enough and collapsed into her own poop. My husband kept holding off on making the appointment because she's still lucid. Yeah, lucid enough to know how awful she feels. The last incident finally convinced him.
I'm not an overly emotional person, but when it comes to things like this... bring on the multiple boxes of Kleenex. I know we gave Chica a wonderful life. Most people would have given her up as a hopeless "bad dog" case - I nearly did it myself. She must have had a really rough first 6 months of her life before we found her, and she's having a really rough end to her life. Everything in between has been pretty darn good. I know we're doing her a favor by easing her out of her misery. Hopefully the clinic will be empty by the time we get there, because anyone left is going to get showered with snot. My eyes haven't had a workout like this in many years, and I'm leaking fluids all over my face.
I'm not an overly emotional person, but when it comes to things like this... bring on the multiple boxes of Kleenex. I know we gave Chica a wonderful life. Most people would have given her up as a hopeless "bad dog" case - I nearly did it myself. She must have had a really rough first 6 months of her life before we found her, and she's having a really rough end to her life. Everything in between has been pretty darn good. I know we're doing her a favor by easing her out of her misery. Hopefully the clinic will be empty by the time we get there, because anyone left is going to get showered with snot. My eyes haven't had a workout like this in many years, and I'm leaking fluids all over my face.
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