luvmyswissy
Posted : 9/14/2007 3:09:30 PM
My Bandit was 16 years old when one morning he couldn’t stand up. I carried him (70 pounds) outside in the morning to go to the bathroom. He sat, couldn’t stand and then fell over on his side. Oh did I cry. I called the Vet, called out of work and went right in. The Vet gave him a shot and told me that he may gain back strength but he doubted it. Wait until to tomorrow and then let’s see. I brought him home, cleaned up his pee after he peed all over himself. I cried as I hand fed him nugget by nugget. I slept next his side all night on the floor. But nothing changed. In the night defecated all over him self and I cleaned him like a baby in the morning. He again peed all over his himself, he could not stand, and he could not walk. The Vet told me it was his time; I hugged him and cried uncontrollably as he took his last breath. It was the saddest day in my life.. Four months later I adopted a new puppy and named him Duke, he was my new heart dog, especially since he was my companion thru a ruff and dreaded divorce and the raising of two children. He went to every baseball and basketball game he was the team mascot for my son’s baseball team for two years. He would swim with us everyday down at the beach.
Fifteen years later he became almost blind, he had severe muscle deterioration in his front and back legs just like my Bandit. He struggled every morning to get up and walk his first steps. He fell down on the floor to lie down because he didn’t have the strength to lower himself. He fell down simple stairs (two or three steps), he would flounder on the kitchen floor like a seal to try and get some strength to get on his feet, unsuccessfully. I would have to run in and lift him to his feet (yet another 60 pound dog) wait for him to get his balance and then allow him to go on. I had carpet runners up and down my hardwood hallways so he could get around. He legs had deteriorated so bad (just like my previous dog) that he would get the feeling he had to poop and as hard he would try to get to his feet fast, he couldn’t and would be pooping while he was standing. This went on for 6 months, I didn’t care – he wasn’t suffering I would tell my family. After all he wasn’t in pain. It quickly advances to me carrying him down those deck and porch steps each time he had to go to the bathroom. I took a leave of absents from work for 3 weeks to care for my Dukie, I had hoped that his new medication might help. My husband and SIL tried to convince me that his quality of life was not that of a happy dog and he was suffering. I told them, he is not in pain! So therefore he is not suffering. Then one day he wondered to the pond and fell in, he hadn’t been able to walk that far in a year and I never expected him to go down there. It was 6 am and I started calling for him, it was November. I started to panic and found him drowning in the pond; he couldn’t keep himself above water. I had to go in and save him, he was wet, skinny and so fragile looking – shaking and looking at me as if to say, I am sorry Mommy. I cried and I cried… I carried him into the house as I held him in my arms, wrapped in a blanket while he dried. He was acting weird and I called the Vet and brought him in. The Vet told me he was in shock and that he was not going to recover – he was to fragile, old and sick and he suggested I think about what’s best for him. I wanted him buried at my home by the pond (oh how he loved to swim in that pond in his day) and asked the Vet to come to my house and PTS. I brought him home and made arrangements for the next afternoon, the Vet would come to my home. That morning I took Duke for a car ride (oh how he loved the car) but this time he couldn’t ride comfortable, he couldn’t sit comfortably and he couldn’t stand on the seat comfortably. He couldn’t stick his head out the window because his front legs wouldn’t give him enough support. He just laid there and kept trying to get comfortable. I took him to McDonalds and bought him two hamburgers and gave him an extra special treat as I cried and told him over and over again how much I loved him! On our way home he pooped all over himself and my car, I carried him in the house – cleaned him up and held him while he took his last breath.
This subject is heart wrenching for everyone. Some may have made there decisions earlier than me and some would have just left there dogs until they died naturally. Which is right? Which is wrong? Only god knows for sure.
There is a woman on my Swissy website that had a severally aggressive Swissy. One day at the Vet he went into a rage and started to attack patients in the weighting room. They always believed he had some type of mental issues. He was sick. She worked long and hard with her boy, but after that dreaded day – she had to make the saddest decision she had ever had to make. If you read her story you would be horrified by the sadness, what this owner did and tried to do to help this dog – but in the end they had to put him down. It was one of the saddest stories I ever read.
I do believe some people use euthanasia as the answer, the easy way out. I don’t think its common but it happens. Just like the young mothers who prefer to drop their babies in the dumpster instead of at the hospital, firehouse or police were no questions are asked. Many people take to dropping the dogs – my sister lives in Barstow, the dessert in California – people do this ALL THE TIME!! They drop them to die. I wish they would have PTS in stead. But they, I believe, are not the humane and loving people we all wish society could be.