My dog, Maxx, of 14 good long years past away.
It came about rather quickly. I have to say I truly wasn't ready to say good bye.
He had been slightly ill the past few days. Throwing up here and there. I called the vet and they had told me not to feed him for 24 hours. IF after the 24 hours I feed him and he still throws up to call them back and bring him in.
So I did as instructed. When I fed him he seemed to have kept it down. But I noticed he had been straining when when he went tot he bathroom. Saturday morning i called the vet again and told them what was going on. They told me to give him some milk that should help with the constipation. If by Monday he wasn't doing better to call them back.
Saturday afternoon he was doing much better. Going to the bathroom. Not straining. But by evening I noticed he hadn't been eating much. Sunday he seemed fine. We went for a few walks and he seemed stiff. But it was really cold and because he has been sick I wasn't giving him his previcox to help with this arthritis.
By 8pm he seemed to have went down hill fast. He could barely walk. Floundering around struggling to get up on his feet, falling repeatedly. I made him comfortable on his pillow and layed next to him; petting him, hugging him, massaging his legs.
Around 2:30 am I her him trying to get up again floundering so I woke up and helped him stand.
It wasn't good and I knew I was going to be taking him to the vet.
He took a drink and I helped him back to his pillow.
An hour later I woke up to the sound of him floundering yet again. This time I smelled something. He has went bathroom on his pillow and was trying to get away. I told him it was already that I would clean it. I knew something was really wrong as I started to clean his mess up. I kissed him and petted him and told him I loved him and that I would get him help soon.
I jumped in the shower at 4am to get ready and have him ready by 7 am to head straight to the vet. While in the shower I lost it completely. Uncontrollable crying. I knew I was going to h ave to have him put down. I just couldn't stop crying. I was only in the shower for 15-20 minutes when I got out I went to check on him. I knew right away that he had passed on. He was laying there. He looked peaceful and calm. I lost it. I called for Paul. He jumped out of his bed and came right away. I sat on the floor holding Maxx, Petting him , Kissing his snout and crying.
My heart was shattered into a million tiny pieces. We had been together for 14 years. HE has been by my side through thick and thin. He was there when I was sad and upset, hurt, happy. He loved me unconditionally no matter what. No matter how much I bitched at him or about him he still gave me all his love.
I feel so empty now, So lost.
I fell asleep on the couch for a bit last night and when I woke up my first thought was that I had to take Maxx out only to realize after that there was no Maxx.
I know I will get through this. As time goes on it will get easier and better. He will be forever in my heart and never forgotten.
Maxx - May 1994
Maxx - Dec 2008
Forever In My Heart
