This really sucks, poor dog was born with bad kidneys, and I’ve known this for a couple of years. They told me I would be lucky if she lived to be 3, well, here we are 3 years and 1 week old and I really don’t think she will see tomorrow morning.
They wouldn’t fix her because they were scared of what the anesthesia(sp?) would do to her kidney’s, no problem. Installed a 9000V electric fence to keep other dogs out. Whenever she went into heat she would lose 10 lbs or so really quick, well, this last time a few months ago, she didn’t gain it back. She always had plenty of good high quality dog food, which did nothing but make her sister fat(fixed), I would much rather have 1 fat dog and one live dog than one skinny dog. Looks like I’m going to only have one fat dog now.
When she didn’t gain back weight a few months ago, I started with the cooking good dog food for her. Trying to remember renal diets from my nursing home days. Good stuff, I was eating it too, of course I spiced mine up a bit and maybe added some green chile. She was eating good until about wednesday, and at least maintaining weight, a little slower than she used to be, but still happy and bouncing.
She now hasn’t eaten in almost 48 hours and for a dog that weighed 80 when she was skinny (boxer lab mix), her stomach/waist is smaller than my 7lbs cat stomach. It happened fast, like 5 days, she’s lost I’d guess 20lbs.
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The one with the red collar.
So today I get home around noon, the poor little girl won’t even come out of her doghouse, and a damn fine doghouse it is. I get her out of the doghouse and she slowly comes inside and I go to take a leak, she’s trying to get up in her recliner(it really is hers, I haven’t sat in it in 2 years) and shes standing there, her head against the back of the chair and convulsing, I’ve never seen a seizure, but I’m guessing that is what it was. I picked her up, put her on the couch, laid her down and she just kept bouncing, it sucked, she finally stopped, I got her to drink some water.
I stayed with her for a while, then wandered over to the computer, she seemed OK, or at least alive. I look over a bit later and she is convulsing badly, especially her head, what drew my attention was my cat hauling ass toward the couch(Lucy is the cat). She jumped up there and curled up with the dog(the sick dog is Cleo BTW), and started licking and nuzzling her. Very strange, Lucy usually pretty much ignores the dogs, but I know cats are smart and can be very attentive when somebody is sick or dying.
I figured that was it, I was wrong, I stayed with Cleo, talked to her, pet her. Lucy nuzzled her and licked her for at least a half hour until she stopped convulsing. Cleo’s sister Daisy, the fat dog, she’s all confused as to whats going on, but she came up and curled up around Cleo too, very calm and gentle like, and Daisy is neither calm or gentle, she is THE bull in the china shop.
Right now, both dogs are on the couch, butt to butt, asleep, and Lucy is rolling around on the floor in a patch of late day sunlight, staring at me like I’m doing something wrong by not rubbing her belly.
Well, the vet opens at 8am tomorrow, if she’s still kicking, I’m putting her down. If I had a gun and some balls I would do it right now. I really wish she would just get better or die(I wish I could make it all better). Sounds selfish of me, but this really sucks, I guess this is the official definition of limbo. I can’t even imagine having to go through this with a parent.
I hate putting an animal down, I’m far too big of a pussy to take it like a man.
Now what do I do with Daisy? These two were best buds before they were even born. She’s been going wacky here the past couple of days, she’s knows something is really wrong. She’s only been alone a few times in the yard at my house, and everytime she was, she shit on my sidewalk. I’m self employed and have 1 acre fenced in at the shop, do I take her to work everyday? I took both of them up there once in a while, so its familiar territory. Do I get a new pup so Daisy has a new bud? I don’t know what to do.
Sorry for the ramble. Its easier to type than to pick up the phone, I don’t think my voice is working so good right now. Did I mention this sucks.
I’m not looking for sympathy, I just want to know I’m not crazy, and what do I do with my fat dog?