His name was Max. He was a miniature dachshund and lived to be 18 years old. Around 8pm he started seizing and never really stopped until he was sedated. I’m pretty sure he had a stroke too. He was declining for awhile. He had arthritis, senile dementia, and was going deaf & blind. The last week or so he’d been having strange fits where he whined for no apparent reason for awhile and then stopped. His mobility issues has been getting worse. Also he’d started to lie down to defecate. I’ve been researching things online like when to say goodbye, anticipatory bereavement, and caregiver syndrome. I was going to make a vet appointment this week to have him revaluated.
Then it all when to shit tonight. It was disturbing, but that doesn’t really describe. Either was completely unaware of anything, or he was completely & utterly terrified. He foamed at the mouth, then he must have burst a blood vessel because it started to turn light red. Naturally his regular vet isn’t open on Sunday nights so I had to have my father drive us to the 24hr emergency vet. The drive there felt like it took hours even though the drive back was less than 30 minutes. The whole time I kept wishing for it to be over so I wouldn’t actually have to make a decision. I could barely speak, and I no clue how they could understand me on the phone. Euthanasia was the right thing; I don’t regret that. I went through his with the dog I had growing up; once the seizares