Post by ziggy on May 16, 2017 19:56:51 GMT -5
Was his dog, Max.
Max was smart, loving, playful and loyal and he loved to sleep
He always laid next to me on our futon. As long as he was near me or hubby he was happy.
He was so cute when he was sleeping, and he was camera shy which is why most of our pictures show him asleep. When he saw the camera he always tried to avoid getting his picture taken and would generally look away.
Sunday night our little guy got violently ill and started to make horrible wretching noises before he vomited foam. We did our best to comfort him until the vet opened. The poor guy couldn't lay down and hubby noticed that Max's abdomen looked swollen. We contacted an emergency vet and gave them his symptoms and they said it sounded like a case of dgv (aka bloat) but since Max was still drinking water his stomach had not yet flipped (which is what kills a dog with bloat.) They said get him to the vet asap. To make an already long story short, the vet took one look at him and said, it's not bloat. Just when we thought our little guy could be treated and could come home after they figured it out the vet felt his abdomen. He bluntly said that Max has cancer and our best bet to stop his suffering is to put him down. Hubby's jaw hit the floor and I broke down. After the doctor explained that Max had little chance of even surviving any surgery due to the fact that he was epileptic and would not survive the anesthesia we all decided that our little guy, who was so tired from being unable to sleep and in obvious agony (when dogs hurt they drool uncontrollably), needed our help to end his horrible suffering. Below is the last photo of our little guy Max, shortly after he got the sedative and fell asleep on my lap. Yes, I'm also in agony as I said goodbye. We kept telling him what a good boy he is as he finally fell into much needed sleep.
We loved our little guy of 13 years like a son. He loved walking on the beach with his dad.
Max was smart, loving, playful and loyal and he loved to sleep
He always laid next to me on our futon. As long as he was near me or hubby he was happy.
He was so cute when he was sleeping, and he was camera shy which is why most of our pictures show him asleep. When he saw the camera he always tried to avoid getting his picture taken and would generally look away.
Sunday night our little guy got violently ill and started to make horrible wretching noises before he vomited foam. We did our best to comfort him until the vet opened. The poor guy couldn't lay down and hubby noticed that Max's abdomen looked swollen. We contacted an emergency vet and gave them his symptoms and they said it sounded like a case of dgv (aka bloat) but since Max was still drinking water his stomach had not yet flipped (which is what kills a dog with bloat.) They said get him to the vet asap. To make an already long story short, the vet took one look at him and said, it's not bloat. Just when we thought our little guy could be treated and could come home after they figured it out the vet felt his abdomen. He bluntly said that Max has cancer and our best bet to stop his suffering is to put him down. Hubby's jaw hit the floor and I broke down. After the doctor explained that Max had little chance of even surviving any surgery due to the fact that he was epileptic and would not survive the anesthesia we all decided that our little guy, who was so tired from being unable to sleep and in obvious agony (when dogs hurt they drool uncontrollably), needed our help to end his horrible suffering. Below is the last photo of our little guy Max, shortly after he got the sedative and fell asleep on my lap. Yes, I'm also in agony as I said goodbye. We kept telling him what a good boy he is as he finally fell into much needed sleep.
We loved our little guy of 13 years like a son. He loved walking on the beach with his dad.
