I was going to take you for a walk Friday afternoon Harry, it was the second day of spring and the sun was out, also, my back seemed up for a walk. It had been so long since we went for a walk, I could hear the bushes and poles crying out for you to pee on them, your pee was the coolest, the other dogs pee wasn’t the same.
I was just about to come tell you about the fantastic walk we were about to set upon, when I was told that you didn’t look well and I had better come see. I really didn’t expect to see you in the state you were in. You were on the ground, struggling to breathe, and you didn’t respond to anything I said Harry-Boo. You’d start howling now and again and move your legs like you were trying to run, but your eyes were rolled back and you couldn’t move, it’s was horrible. I had to hold your jaw open so you could breathe.
We took you to the local vets and they said you were probably bitten by a snake and we let them give you an injection of anti-venom. It cost $400, but we didn’t care about the cost, we were told it would save you. Then we were told to go home and wait a few hours for it to take effect, those hours were so long. Finally the phone rang and a nurse told us to come pick you up, when I saw you I didn’t know what to think. They said you were stable, but you looked like you were in a coma. They told us to take you home and watch you over the weekend; they were all going home and couldn’t look after you. We asked if you might have had a seizure and they said no, it was not a seizure. They also said you were burnt and your hair was failing out, we saw no signs of burns or your hair falling out before we took you up there.
We decided to take you to another vets even though the local vets said you would make it through the night, we felt that we couldn’t care for you at home and you’d be in better hands at a vets. We didn’t want to be in the situation where you stopping breathing and we couldn’t do anything. We took you to an Emergency Vet Centre which was about an hour away – we told them all the details and waited while they assessed you. After 15 minutes the vets finally came to talk to us. They told us you were in a coma, you had severe brain damage and they wanted to know why we brought a comatose dog in. They told us they had to put you down, they could not send you home with us or put you in the ICU because you wouldn’t recover. This was a far cry from what the local vets told us earlier on.
You apparently had a brain tumour, which caused the massive seizure that you had, I’m told you didn’t feel any pain – I hope that is true. Even if the local vets had of treated you properly it wouldn’t have made a difference, you’d been having the seizure for too long and it cut off oxygen to your brain. It would have been less traumatic for us though. I feel so angry – we listened to them because we thought they knew what they were talking about. I’m not a trained vet, but even I could see you were in a coma.
I wish you could have talked old chap, told me you weren’t well. Looking back, you clearly had a few signs of a brain tumour. You definitely had Geriatric Separation Anxiety and your personality had changed, it was like you were a little puppy again. Remember how we told the local vets about this ages ago and they said you were just being ‘a blue heeler’? We shouldn’t have listened to them. Just four days ago I was outside throwing you your dog beer – it’s hard to believe you’re gone.
Did you know the dog next door sounds exactly like you? It barked a few times today and for a split second I thought “What is Harold barking at?” and then I remembered that you weren’t there.
I miss you Harry, Saturday morning pancakes and TV won’t be the same without you.