Thursday, July 3, 2014
Everything transpired so quickly that it was hard for us to process what was happening. On Sunday he was fine and on Saturday he was gone. We knew he was sick, and we knew it was serious, but up until Saturday morning we were treating him with meds and hoping for a recovery. To what extent we were unsure; we were just hopeful.
On Monday we knew he wasn't feeling well - lethargic but still eating, and then he seemed to perk up on Tuesday.
He wouldn't eat on Wednesday morning, so BD took him to the vet. The physical exam didn't reveal anything, but when the blood work came back on Thursday morning, the vet diagnosed him with a bleeding ulcer, most likely caused by the nsaid he took for knee pain/arthritis.
Once again on Thursday he seemed to feel better; we started his course of meds, and he was willing to eat some boiled chicken and steamed rice that I made for him. By Friday he had some additional symptoms (vomiting, diarrhea), so BD took him back to the vet. His blood work on Friday had actually improved from Wednesday, so we were encouraged by those results. His symptoms were indicating that it was a small bleed, and he was producing enough new blood until the meds could really kick in and heal the ulcer.
However, on Saturday things went downhill quickly (most likely the ulcer ruptured), and he showed us that he was ready to go. We were in contact with our vet several times throughout the day on Saturday, and he supported us in the hardest decision we have ever made. Unfortunately, our vet doesn't work on the weekends, so we had to take him to the ER. Thankfully our vet called them ahead of us going, so they were aware and understood the situation when we arrived.
It was a long and emotional day for us, but we were with him until the very end, so he was surrounded by love. We said the same words to him that we've said for 13 years: "We love you, Kip. You're a good dog, Kip." And then he was gone. It was very peaceful.
We miss him so much.
Posted by LA and BD at 3:00 PM