Well I know it has been a while since I posted anything... A lot has been going on. Let me start by saying my friend "Girl with a Pearl Size Angioma" sent me a necklace that she made.. which makes it extra special, in return for the buttons for her P-Coat. I have been wanting George to take a picture of me with it on, and that will still come, as soon as I can. This holiday has been special, and it has also been sad. I have made some new friends that I look forward to hearing from, and who I can count on being there when I need an ear, we had a visit from family in NY, and with that came the promising news that "C" might be getting a scholarship to Flagler College for Baseball. I received a call yesterday that my LTD from my job was approved, so the first part of the puzzle is somewhat solved. The sad news came on Sunday. Our dog Wesley (pictured in this post) passed. It was sudden, and in fact in this picture he already had the the mass that caused him not to be able to breath. We had taken him to the vet because he wasn't eating, and something wasn't right. The vet heard a slight heart murmur, and decided to do x-rays... which at first glance didn't show any problem. Now keep in mind this was the holiday weekend, and for the most part Wesley was doing fine. Short of not wanting to eat much, he was doing fine. Until Saturday, and Sunday. That is when the breathing difficulty started. So we took him to the emergency vet, and called our vet on his cell phone. While at the clinic, which at first thought, was under the impression he was having congestive heart failure, which relieved us since that can be addressed with medication for a while before any decisions have to be made, our vet called us back, and immediately called the Doctor on call at the Emerg. Clinic. Unbeknown to us, he had the x-rays taken two day before looked at by a specialist, and found that there was a huge mass in one of Wesley's lungs, which now had fluid collecting. Since Wesley was not in any distress at that point, the vet didn't feel if was necessary to ruin our holiday weekend, and he could talk to us on Monday, so we could make a decision.
At this point, we knew we had to make a decision. George couldn't stay with Wesley when he was put to sleep. He went to say goodbye to him in the treatment area, and he just broke down. It was so sad, and since his stroke, he has very little control over his emotions... and this was one of those times. So he waited in the car, while I sat with Wesley in the exam room... and talked to him, and hugged him, and cried. It was very hard, and the thought that we wouldn't be bringing him home that day was hard to handle, even as I write this today.
The doctor came in and the both of us kept telling Wesley what a good boy he was, until he no longer had any trouble breathing. Somehow that didn't make it any easier for me to say goodbye.
We had him cremated privately, and he will be in an urn by all the other special members of our family. That probably sounds weird, and maybe it is... but somehow, it makes me feel better to know that he is still close by. He will always be in our hearts and minds, and even on this blog.
1 comment:
A lot HAS been going on. I'm so sorry to hear about Wesley...Your post burned and brought tears to my eyes. You were just sharing your family with us and it's so sad that he's passed away so suddenly. I can't imagine losing a pet, it's been so many years...I think about my kitties and approximate how many years I have with them. I'm so so sorry. I'm glad he was able to have a good life with you.
And no, it's no weird to have him close by. When my parents cat, Gabby, died my brother buried her outside right underneath where his bedroom window was. He was her favorite.
I'm glad you love your necklace and that it was able to bring a little bit of happiness to you through all this. Good to hear about you LTD being approved.
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