Goodbye, Max
6 years ago
I knew eventually I'd have to write this journal, but you're never really ready for this sort of thing. I feel like every time I write one of these, and thank God they're rare, I go on this big preemptive apology about not fishing for attention or drama. Anyone who knows me knows I'm private with my problems, and I hate dragging other people down. I also know that equally, a lot of you encourage me that you know me better and you'd rather I'd be upfront with my feelings, so I'm going to be honest: I'm not feeling so great right now. My dog Max died today.
He's been struggling to breathe for awhile now due to a collapsed trachea. When we discovered it, the vet said it was the worst he'd ever seen in his time as a Vet. The price for surgery at the only place near us which could do it, was so far out of my reach that I was looking for additional jobs. But of course, no one in my area is really hiring. We tried a medication treatment to help, and it offered him some relief for a time, but Saturday at 6:30am, Max had a Seizure. He'd slowly been getting worse, and I think Saturday, we finally just hit the point of no return. He seemed to recover well enough during the weekend, but we knew his time was short. Unfortunately, there was no place open to end his pain that was open on the weekend. Last night, I had to listen to him have cluster seizures, one right after another, and by this morning, Max was in very poor shape.
Mercifully, his suffering didn't last long, and we went peacefully at the vet's office, but I still feel awful. Max had been with us for so long. Even barely able to breathe, he'd try to play with the other dogs. Even this weekend, after the Seizure, he'd force himself to get to the door and greet everyone when I got back from grocery shopping and work. That tail would still waggle, no matter how weak, he'd come over to be beside you, and he'd do his best to keep going on like normal. It doesn't even feel right now knowing he's not inside. I wish things would have been different. I wish I had the money to fix his throat. I don't care how expensive it would've been, if I had the money, I would've paid! I'm sorry he had to go like this. I love you, Max. I have and always will. I didn't want to have to say goodbye.
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He's been struggling to breathe for awhile now due to a collapsed trachea. When we discovered it, the vet said it was the worst he'd ever seen in his time as a Vet. The price for surgery at the only place near us which could do it, was so far out of my reach that I was looking for additional jobs. But of course, no one in my area is really hiring. We tried a medication treatment to help, and it offered him some relief for a time, but Saturday at 6:30am, Max had a Seizure. He'd slowly been getting worse, and I think Saturday, we finally just hit the point of no return. He seemed to recover well enough during the weekend, but we knew his time was short. Unfortunately, there was no place open to end his pain that was open on the weekend. Last night, I had to listen to him have cluster seizures, one right after another, and by this morning, Max was in very poor shape.
Mercifully, his suffering didn't last long, and we went peacefully at the vet's office, but I still feel awful. Max had been with us for so long. Even barely able to breathe, he'd try to play with the other dogs. Even this weekend, after the Seizure, he'd force himself to get to the door and greet everyone when I got back from grocery shopping and work. That tail would still waggle, no matter how weak, he'd come over to be beside you, and he'd do his best to keep going on like normal. It doesn't even feel right now knowing he's not inside. I wish things would have been different. I wish I had the money to fix his throat. I don't care how expensive it would've been, if I had the money, I would've paid! I'm sorry he had to go like this. I love you, Max. I have and always will. I didn't want to have to say goodbye.
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Also, you just gained a new watcher on DeviantArt.
Last week my uncle's dog died. Had to be put down
I'm sure Max is in a better place now, knowing he won't suffer anymore
lol thanks man. I appreciate it.
*soft hugs...
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