Shit, Tranq, I logged on too late. I will still email, if only for future reference, but we lost Brendan this morning.
Yesterday he was ravenous, which we thought was a good sign. Wrong. He wasn’t digesting any food, it was just sitting there in his stomache, so he was constantly hungry. Also, no poops of course, which is what made me nervous. I assume this would have caused his death, if nothing else.
My MIL took him in to see the oncologist-vet this morning, after a night of incredibly labored breathing and extreme lethargy. I mean, you could see his heart beating through his skin, it was working so hard, even though it wasn’t getting the job done. His liver was grossly enlarged and he was really bloated down towards his lower stomache and groin (is that where a dog’s liver is, or was it something else? No idea, although this might have been the digestive tract problem).
Either way, our wonderful doctor didn’t feel he would make it another 24 hours, and it would be a bad 24 at that. Thank God my SIL caught my MIL on her way out the door with the dog, she was going to do this alone! So they were both there when Brendan was given his injection, and it was very peaceful all things considered.
My MIL is devastated, even more so than the rest of us. She had my son sleep over last night to help her take her mind off things, and now they are at McDonalds. I decided to let them have some time together, rather than go over and interrupt.
This just sucks. I got the call while I was at a museum this morning, and there’s just nothing like bawling in front of a bunch of stangers, but I don’t care.
Thanks you so much to all of you who posted and thought about us in the last two days, it meant a lot to me.
Deb