Dieselsmom
Boxer Booster
This past Tuesday Hemi lost her battle with cancer. In January she had a mast cell tumor removed off her elbow but because it attached to a tendon they didn't get clean margins. Fast forward to July and it had grown back. After discussing with the vet we decided due to her age (almost 12) and some growths on her organs (ultrasound) we didn't want to put her under. 3 weeks ago the tumor had grown so large we were worrying about it rupturing and decided to remove it since she was acting completely healthy. On Saturday she had her sutures removed and things went downhill from there. The wound hadn't fully healed so they put a few staples in at the top of it. By the time we got home, she had ripped the full incision all the way open. A trip to the emergency vet, she had to be knocked out again to clean and restitch it. All went well, I brought her home at about 730 that night
She was pretty groggy but I figured she was processing the anesthesia slowly since she was on prednisone and her liver wasn't running at full speed. The poor girl started vomiting and did for nearly 6 hours. Back to the emergency vet for an over night stay, fluids, and an X-ray to make sure her stomach wasn't flipped. She didn't get sick after about 330am Saturday night. Knowing I was traveling for work leaving Monday for two weeks the vet kept her to make sure she was extra hydrated all day Sunday and Monday morning. I flew out of work Monday to pick her up with a clean bill of health to run her and diesel to my folks place and head to the airport. I was running so late my dad met me and picked the dogs up. Not even thinking. I have them both a pat on the head, threw their stuff in his truck and took off.
I made it to Germany and called my mom Tuesday morning. She said Hemi had started throwing up at 5am and was still going. My dad took her up to the vet that afternoon and after a quick exam and chest X-ray they realized the cancer had metasticized in her chest. She was having a very hard time breathing, low blood pressure, and that the best thing to do would be to end her suffering.
I feel horrible that I wasn't there to tell her goodbye and that I was in too much of a hurry to give her a kiss before I flew halfway across the world. I was in a hotel room sobbing as my dad and my ex helped her to the bridge. I know she's in a better place so I'm trying to find comfort in that.
My mom tells me diesel is acting fine so I don't know if he's realized what is going on or not. Except for the first 4 months of his life, he's never been without her. This week has been the longest of my life, and the 20th can't come soon enough for me to see diesel. But I can't help but feel crushed right now that I wasn't there to look into her eyes and tell her I'd see her again and that I loved her.
Please give your pups some loving for me tonight.
I love you big. Rest in peace.
She was pretty groggy but I figured she was processing the anesthesia slowly since she was on prednisone and her liver wasn't running at full speed. The poor girl started vomiting and did for nearly 6 hours. Back to the emergency vet for an over night stay, fluids, and an X-ray to make sure her stomach wasn't flipped. She didn't get sick after about 330am Saturday night. Knowing I was traveling for work leaving Monday for two weeks the vet kept her to make sure she was extra hydrated all day Sunday and Monday morning. I flew out of work Monday to pick her up with a clean bill of health to run her and diesel to my folks place and head to the airport. I was running so late my dad met me and picked the dogs up. Not even thinking. I have them both a pat on the head, threw their stuff in his truck and took off.
I made it to Germany and called my mom Tuesday morning. She said Hemi had started throwing up at 5am and was still going. My dad took her up to the vet that afternoon and after a quick exam and chest X-ray they realized the cancer had metasticized in her chest. She was having a very hard time breathing, low blood pressure, and that the best thing to do would be to end her suffering.
I feel horrible that I wasn't there to tell her goodbye and that I was in too much of a hurry to give her a kiss before I flew halfway across the world. I was in a hotel room sobbing as my dad and my ex helped her to the bridge. I know she's in a better place so I'm trying to find comfort in that.
My mom tells me diesel is acting fine so I don't know if he's realized what is going on or not. Except for the first 4 months of his life, he's never been without her. This week has been the longest of my life, and the 20th can't come soon enough for me to see diesel. But I can't help but feel crushed right now that I wasn't there to look into her eyes and tell her I'd see her again and that I loved her.
Please give your pups some loving for me tonight.
I love you big. Rest in peace.
