This post has taken me awhile to write about....Daisy has been very sick since January. I had been treating her with meds about 2 to 3 times a day. One weekend after returning from Indiana, She stopped eating. Then on Monday morning when I got up, she just wanted to go outside. So I let her out. Then she wouldn't come back in. She wouldn't even raise her head to look at me. Thinking she was just sleeping, and couldn't hear me because she was hard of hearing I let her sleep a bit. I finally a short bit later went to check on her. She was so hot to the touch and her nose was dry. Unfortunately the 2 vets that she has seen recently for her illness were both off on Monday. So I called Dr. Gant. Her son is in class with Jacob. She was sweet enough to switch her surgery schedule around so I could bring her in right then. She said her temperature was 105 degrees. She said usually if someone brings a sick dog in, they are 102 degrees. So she was burning up! She felt her and said that ALL of her lymph nodes were swollen and could almost guarantee that she had lymphoma. With her high liver counts and everything we'd been treating her for. =( Now the choice was mine...put her in the hospital for IV fluids and hope she will "pop" out of this, or face the inevitable. The poor thing had been sick for so long, so I chose that it was time. It was so hard to make the decision and then hold her as she slowly faded away. My assurance is that she was cradled in my arms. Now, I would never suggest taking a 2 year old with you to the vet for an appt. like this. I felt like I had to constantly tell him to be nice. Don't touch. But we made it. We brought her home and laid her to rest next to Hickory. Josh asks about Daisy and why we left her at the other vet office. But someday he will understand. Dr. Gant sent this sweet poem with Daisy's paw prints.
"Many people will walk in and out of your life, but only TRUE FRIENDS leave footprints in your heart." ~ Eleanor Roosevelt
Or in this case, paw prints! |