I’m in mourning for my best friend, TC. I had to rush him to the vet’s a week ago last Friday because he had labored breathing. They determined that he had congestive heart failure and kept him overnight to treat him. I took him home on the following Saturday. On Monday I had to take him back to the clinic; he wouldn’t eat and just didn’t seem to be himself. Further testing found that his kidneys were crashing and he went downhill fast.
If we treated the heart failure with Lasix, it would cause his kidneys to fail. If we treated the kidney failure, it would cause his lungs to fill with fluid. His doctors did the best they could, they kept him in the hospital for three days trying to balance his fluids and meds. But the poor little guy just didn’t respond to any of the treatments.
TC The Wonder Poodle was nearly 19 years old. My daughters grew up with him, and all my grandchildren loved him. For nearly two decades, he was my constant companion and shadow. He never strayed more than a foot away from me. He was the poster child for love & devotion.
On Wednesday morning one of his doctors called me and told me he wasn’t doing well. She asked me to come in to see him right away; and that it was time to talk about some ‘hard decisions’. I went to the clinic and they brought my little boy into the exam room to see me. He was hooked up to an IV machine and looked totally miserable. His abdomen was swollen from toxins that his failing kidneys couldn’t excrete. My poor, sweet baby. He couldn’t sit up, yet he held his head up so that he could give me kisses.
The vet told me the results of that morning’s bloodwork, and it was dismal. Much worse than the day before; and she told me it would just get worse. At that point I looked TC in the eye (literally, as he had grown blind in his left eye), and I asked him how he was feeling. I swear; he gave me a look that said “Mom, I feel really crappy, I miss you; and if I can’t leave this place to be with you at home; I’d just rather not bother.” In other words, he made the decision for me.
It was one of the hardest decisions I will ever make in my life. I signed the euthanasia certificate with shaking hands. Then the vet tech came in the room with The Tray, and the vet asked me if I was ready. Yeah, right; there is never a good time to say goodbye to your best buddy. I held my little boy and told him what a good boy he was. How he was Number 1; and that no other would ever take his place. I thanked him for all the good years we had together; and then I told him it was OK to go to sleep and get the rest he deserved.
As the vet depressed the plunger with the blue potion into his IV, TC’s last act on this earth was to give me one last kiss. I will never forget how sweet he was to the end, or the wonderful friend I was blessed with.