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4 years ago
Black and white and morally grey all over.
So, my oldest dog passed away today.
It wasn't entirely unexpected. The last month he's been having some odd little episodes, he'd throw something up, then be very quiet and lethargic for a few hours, just no energy. I kind of thought he'd eaten something that upset his stomach, he had kind of a sensitive stomach so it wasn't unheard of for something to set him off.
I kind of started to worry when it happened a couple times the last week or two, it seemed to knock him down a bit longer. After the one this last weekend, I'd intended to take him to the vet when I was able (I would have right then, but it was the weekend and our local clinics are only Mon - Fri). And he seemed to be doing better, a lil more energetic the last couple days.
It was about an hour or so after I'd gotten home from work, I was playing a game when my oldest niece knocked at my door, said the dog was acting strange and asked if I'd check him out. I went out and he was standing in the kitchen, looking like he didn't feel good. He laid down, I sat beside him, his mouth/tongue/gums were cold and pale, he started to struggle to breathe and list to the side. I sat with him and pet him, tried to make him comfortable. He lasted about 10 more minutes and passed there beside me.
He was a little monster, but he could be really sweet too. He was a little chihuahua wiener dog mix my mom had gotten, she wanted a dog for herself (she had gotten a schnoodle after our pitbull had passed, who then proceeded to bond with Dad right away) She got the dog she wanted, he loved her to pieces. I still have a scar on my finger from the night she slipped into a coma and we had to call 911, he thought we were attacking her.
He liked to come into my room when there was a loud noise he didn't like, whether it was fireworks or my dad's air compressor, he'd come in and curl up beside my bed. When he wanted to weasel a treat out of me he'd come in, paw at my knee and want to be picked up so I could rub his belly, then he'd lick my face and run into the kitchen for a treat.
We had him 14 years. He was a chubby lil thing when mom was around, she spoiled him rotten. We cut back a bit when she passed, but I still made sure he was comfortable (and got the occasional extra treat or two). When he sat back on his haunches and put his ears up I'd call him my little rabbit cuz he just reminded me of one. With mom gone, he bonded to Dad and would stand at the door and cry whenever dad was in the garage and he couldn't get to him. Dad wasn't thrilled, he's never been much of a dog person except for our schnoodle. I was the only one in the family that he let handle and get close, though he was always tender and patient with my nieces and nephew and he really loved my grandmother the few times we brought her by the house, he knew who family was.
I wrapped him in a sheet, so he just looked like he was sleeping peacefully. Dad buried him in the backyard beside his garden.
Rest in peace Gizmo. I'll miss you little buddy.
It wasn't entirely unexpected. The last month he's been having some odd little episodes, he'd throw something up, then be very quiet and lethargic for a few hours, just no energy. I kind of thought he'd eaten something that upset his stomach, he had kind of a sensitive stomach so it wasn't unheard of for something to set him off.
I kind of started to worry when it happened a couple times the last week or two, it seemed to knock him down a bit longer. After the one this last weekend, I'd intended to take him to the vet when I was able (I would have right then, but it was the weekend and our local clinics are only Mon - Fri). And he seemed to be doing better, a lil more energetic the last couple days.
It was about an hour or so after I'd gotten home from work, I was playing a game when my oldest niece knocked at my door, said the dog was acting strange and asked if I'd check him out. I went out and he was standing in the kitchen, looking like he didn't feel good. He laid down, I sat beside him, his mouth/tongue/gums were cold and pale, he started to struggle to breathe and list to the side. I sat with him and pet him, tried to make him comfortable. He lasted about 10 more minutes and passed there beside me.
He was a little monster, but he could be really sweet too. He was a little chihuahua wiener dog mix my mom had gotten, she wanted a dog for herself (she had gotten a schnoodle after our pitbull had passed, who then proceeded to bond with Dad right away) She got the dog she wanted, he loved her to pieces. I still have a scar on my finger from the night she slipped into a coma and we had to call 911, he thought we were attacking her.
He liked to come into my room when there was a loud noise he didn't like, whether it was fireworks or my dad's air compressor, he'd come in and curl up beside my bed. When he wanted to weasel a treat out of me he'd come in, paw at my knee and want to be picked up so I could rub his belly, then he'd lick my face and run into the kitchen for a treat.
We had him 14 years. He was a chubby lil thing when mom was around, she spoiled him rotten. We cut back a bit when she passed, but I still made sure he was comfortable (and got the occasional extra treat or two). When he sat back on his haunches and put his ears up I'd call him my little rabbit cuz he just reminded me of one. With mom gone, he bonded to Dad and would stand at the door and cry whenever dad was in the garage and he couldn't get to him. Dad wasn't thrilled, he's never been much of a dog person except for our schnoodle. I was the only one in the family that he let handle and get close, though he was always tender and patient with my nieces and nephew and he really loved my grandmother the few times we brought her by the house, he knew who family was.
I wrapped him in a sheet, so he just looked like he was sleeping peacefully. Dad buried him in the backyard beside his garden.
Rest in peace Gizmo. I'll miss you little buddy.
As I said, I am sorry for your loss, but I am glad that he was with someone he considered family when he passed on. I am sure that made things more comfortable for him.
Thank you for sharing this with us.