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Update - sorry, long
(See my post below for back story.)
So I did end up going home Friday. My dog (Sammy) was breathing really labored, had some wheezing, etc. Seemed in rough shape. Dad said Sammy hadn't been out, ate, or drank since sometime Thursday. In the course of the few hours I was there, I was able to coax him out of his bed outside to pee and to drink some water. He was a little better when I left, but I wasn't expecting much. While I was there we talked to the vet, who had us pick up a prescription to help clear the fluid in Sammy's chest. (The wheezing was almost like a bronchitis type wheezing.) Vet said to bring him in Monday.
I was really upset most of Saturday, waiting for a phone call that he had died. On Sunday, Dad called again and said it was getting bad, and that there was no way the vet wouldn't want to put him to sleep Monday. I called my principal and took Monday off, and drove back home Sunday afternoon. I spent several hours laying on the floor, half in Sammy's kennel. (He wouldn't come out anymore....he could hardly move.) He just kept looking at me with this look in his eyes, like he knew how upset I was and like he felt guilty for making me sad.
When we got to the vet Monday, it took about 30 secs for the vet to suggest we put him to sleep. He hadn't eaten or drank in 4-5 days (and was visibly losing weight. He was only about 30 lbs to start with.) and it had gotten to the point he couldn't stand without help. (I had to carry him outside that morning to pee.)
So they prepped everything and I spent a few minutes with him. Then they sedated him and then gave the medicine to stop the heart. The actual process only took 2-3 minutes, thank god. It was so hard.
It's been a rough few days. Going to work today helped distract me, but several students asked me if I was okay because I seemed upset. A few students asked where I was yesterday, and during 3rd hour I almost starting crying when I told one that asked.
Sorry this is so long, just wanted to share. You ladies are always so supportive, and I always feel better letting things out here.
Re: Update - sorry, long
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Oh sweetie, I'm so so sorry! I know this has to be so hard for you.
My little girl is 15 and lives with my parents across the country, and I keep dreading I'll get those phone calls.
***huge hug****