Title · 3:53pm Sep 5th, 2016
So... yesterday could be considered as one of the worst days of my life, if not the very worst.
Short version: We had to have our dog put down yesterday, whose been in our family for almost 16 years, who's been there since I was 2 years old.
Words can't really describe how devastated I am, it's taken me this long just to get to grips with it and realise, 'fuck, she's gone'. It started a week ago when she started to have trouble with her breathing, raspy breaths and a constant pant. So we took her to the vet and they gave us some tablets for her, because they figured it was an early stage of bronchitis. Well, the tablets didn't seem to work any and didn't improve her breathing any, if at all. And yesterday morning we found her in the kitchen just...struggling to take breaths, her entire body was shaking and he couldn't keep herself awake for longer than a few minutes at a time.
Me and my dad rushed her to the vet and found out she was actually suffering from full tracheal collapse, something that's apparently common in Yorkshire Terriers. By this point we were told that there was nothing they could do and that the only humane thing was to end her suffering.
My dad had to excuse himself from the room, he was just so devastated he couldn't bare to watch. I've never seen my dad cry, but at this point he was just broken. I mean I wasn't any better, I was just an absolute mess of tears.
I stayed with her, I held her as they did the injection and just held her as she went. It's the worst experience I've ever had and I don't blame my dad for not wanting to witness it. I stayed with her for a good ten minutes before I forced myself to leave.
I'm going to miss you Suzie, you were overprotective, clingy and downright annoying at times, but you were my best friend and always will be.
Aw man. I'm sorry, I used to have two German Shepard mixes. One was, we thought, part wolf, and we had to put him down at thirteen because his heart or lungs (I can't remember) was filling up with liquid and I think a few other problems. The first doctor we took him to said that they couldn't do anything and to put him down, and then we took him to another vet and they gave him another two or so years.
And my other dog was probably one of the most, how do I say it, intelligent dogs I've ever seen. Or really she just kinda understood and had this thing were she had some humanly presence. It's hard to explain. Like, one time her and the other dog escaped from the backyard and we didn't notice. Then a little later she was back, and eventually the other dog too. But eventually her hind legs lost their strength and we had to put her down too because she couldn't stand. I had her for an awesome sixteen years.
Anyway, I hope your dog'll have a great time in heaven. Maybe meet my dogs. But that's just my thoughts.
4193494 Thanks, I hope they're happy up there. It's really weird not having her around, and I just hate it.
That's just mortality I suppose.