meeplesoap
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My husband and I adopted a puppy at 10 months old when we first got married four years ago. In fact, it's our anniversary today. During the night, our little pup started having trouble breathing, very lethargic, and totally limp. The vet is trying to save her with fluids, heat wrap, and antibiotics for low heart rate (as your circulation slows parts of you can die.) At this point things look very bad, we are trying not to give up hope but if she's not improving by tomorrow afternoon he suggests letting her go as her kidney function would likely be very bad by then. We authorized him to give her a pain killer so she's very comfortable, enjoying petting by the overnight staff and snuggled in my husband's t-shirt, but this is just killing us.
We know she didn't eat anything (no blockages) nor is she poisoned and she doesn't have cancer. It's a total mystery. I was SO AFRAID she somehow, magically, ate some soap or something, but after scouring the entire house, there's nothing she could have remotely gotten into. In a weird way it's comforting that it wasn't that, I'd never forgive myself.
Anyway, I just need a virtual hug. I went through the deaths of my brothers at a young age so I thought this would be easier, but it's actually worse, just bringing up all those awful memories too (also freak, sudden deaths.) My poor husband is begging me to just take a xanax to calm down, but I feel like it's better to cry and grieve than to try and "flatten" my feelings if that makes sense. He is really upset too and trying to comfort me as much as he can. :-(
We know she didn't eat anything (no blockages) nor is she poisoned and she doesn't have cancer. It's a total mystery. I was SO AFRAID she somehow, magically, ate some soap or something, but after scouring the entire house, there's nothing she could have remotely gotten into. In a weird way it's comforting that it wasn't that, I'd never forgive myself.
Anyway, I just need a virtual hug. I went through the deaths of my brothers at a young age so I thought this would be easier, but it's actually worse, just bringing up all those awful memories too (also freak, sudden deaths.) My poor husband is begging me to just take a xanax to calm down, but I feel like it's better to cry and grieve than to try and "flatten" my feelings if that makes sense. He is really upset too and trying to comfort me as much as he can. :-(