Welcome to my somewhat odd life. I am an artist/designer/home schooling mom. I love to draw, and look on the humble drawing as the basis of all art. I also design cross stitch patterns and do a bit of needle felting. Basically, I try my hand at everything. I'm a bit of a geek, love scifi and fantasy, old movies/tv, love to read (just about all topics) and adore ALL animals.Cross Stitch Drawings Ask Me
And I’m heart broken.
Yesterday, I thought he may have bloat. Erie was (that hurts to use the past tense) a large dog, black lab/chow mix and they are prone to it. In the morning he drank a bunch of water very quickly, I figured he was dehydrated. But as the day went on, he was lethargic, refused his dinner (not unusual in hot weather) and looked bloated. About 7 in the evening, he came out of his cool spot and I tried to feel his abdomen. He snapped at me, completely out of character.
So I found a 24 hour clinic about an hour away and got him down there. Just before midnight, the vet came out and told me he had a large mass on his spleen and had been bleeding internally. It is a cancer common to several breeds, labs being one. The chance of survival wasn’t good. He was 8 1/2-9 years old and at best it could give him a couple of months. I didn’t want to put him through all that, only to make his last couple of months miserable. I called my husband, and he agreed with my thinking. Then at midnight I called my daughter. She was visiting her boyfriend and wasn’t really far from the clinic. Erie was her first dog and they had that special bond. Daughter got there and we spent an hour or more with him. Then a bit before 2am the vet came in and gave him the medications.
He was a real gentle giant. One of the sweetest dogs I’ve ever known. It hurts so much, but I know I did the right, loving thing for him.