missjojo1980
Boxer Pal
Hello, this is the first post I have made on the board, and I'm afraid it's so sad. I just need to share my story with people who may understand what I'm going through.
We had Oscar, a white with brindle patches boxer from a pup of 6 weeks old, when I was 16. Nine years on and today we have had to say goodbye to him. I can not take the pain I feel inside. I feel like I have lost my best friend.
He never went a day without playing with his toys until about 3 months ago, when he started getting ill, not playing, not wanting walks, not eating, and fainting on a regular basis. We took him to the vets and they didn't know what was wrong with him. Then two months ago we went for a second oppinion to another vets practice and they diagnosed arthritis, and said the reason he's been fainting is probably the pain. He went on some medicine which had a miraculous effect. He played three or four times a day, took reasonable walks (and was able to enjoy walking again) and started eating really well again.
Then last Friday he became really ill. We thought he was dying, his tongue went whitish blue, and he could hardly move. We took him to the vets and they thought he'd got heatstroke, so they gave him a drip of fluids. He came through and last week got a little better, he was able to play for a few minutes a day and seemed to be ok, if rather tired and old. Then on Friday things turned so bad. It became clear that something was happening in his body, but no one knew what. He was in constant pain, he could not even lie down without pain, and over the weekend he got progressively worse.
So, today my parents and I had to make the decision to put poor Oscar to sleep. The vet came to the house to put him to sleep. We buried him in the garden with his favourite ball, in his bed with all his blankets around him. He looked so content and free of pain, like we hadn't seen him in a long time.
I just can't bare the pain I am feeling. Every few minutes I am looking for him. I looked out the window and expected to see him playing in the garden. Tonight, when I came up to bed I went to where his bed was to say goodnight. I just don't know what to do with myself. We all loved Oscar so much, it is unbareable to be without him. It is half past 12 at night here in the UK but I just don't want to get in bed as I know I won't sleep. I miss him so much. I don't want to go to sleep because I know if I do when I wake up I'll suddenly have the realisation of what's happened.
He was such a joyful dog. He was always playing, and his favourite passtime was finding a muddy puddle, and drenching himself in mud so that his fur was plastered in it - then when he got home he absolutely loved to have a bath and then he would run around the house soaking wet with us trying to get a towel on him. He loved his toys too, he had about 20 toys and he played with them all. He especially liked the squeeky ones which he would squeek and squeek until we all got a headache!
Please could you let me know that I am not alone in my greif, as at the moment I feel like no one understands what I'm going through. My heart literally hurts with pain and loss.
Joanna
xx
We had Oscar, a white with brindle patches boxer from a pup of 6 weeks old, when I was 16. Nine years on and today we have had to say goodbye to him. I can not take the pain I feel inside. I feel like I have lost my best friend.
He never went a day without playing with his toys until about 3 months ago, when he started getting ill, not playing, not wanting walks, not eating, and fainting on a regular basis. We took him to the vets and they didn't know what was wrong with him. Then two months ago we went for a second oppinion to another vets practice and they diagnosed arthritis, and said the reason he's been fainting is probably the pain. He went on some medicine which had a miraculous effect. He played three or four times a day, took reasonable walks (and was able to enjoy walking again) and started eating really well again.
Then last Friday he became really ill. We thought he was dying, his tongue went whitish blue, and he could hardly move. We took him to the vets and they thought he'd got heatstroke, so they gave him a drip of fluids. He came through and last week got a little better, he was able to play for a few minutes a day and seemed to be ok, if rather tired and old. Then on Friday things turned so bad. It became clear that something was happening in his body, but no one knew what. He was in constant pain, he could not even lie down without pain, and over the weekend he got progressively worse.
So, today my parents and I had to make the decision to put poor Oscar to sleep. The vet came to the house to put him to sleep. We buried him in the garden with his favourite ball, in his bed with all his blankets around him. He looked so content and free of pain, like we hadn't seen him in a long time.
I just can't bare the pain I am feeling. Every few minutes I am looking for him. I looked out the window and expected to see him playing in the garden. Tonight, when I came up to bed I went to where his bed was to say goodnight. I just don't know what to do with myself. We all loved Oscar so much, it is unbareable to be without him. It is half past 12 at night here in the UK but I just don't want to get in bed as I know I won't sleep. I miss him so much. I don't want to go to sleep because I know if I do when I wake up I'll suddenly have the realisation of what's happened.
He was such a joyful dog. He was always playing, and his favourite passtime was finding a muddy puddle, and drenching himself in mud so that his fur was plastered in it - then when he got home he absolutely loved to have a bath and then he would run around the house soaking wet with us trying to get a towel on him. He loved his toys too, he had about 20 toys and he played with them all. He especially liked the squeeky ones which he would squeek and squeek until we all got a headache!
Please could you let me know that I am not alone in my greif, as at the moment I feel like no one understands what I'm going through. My heart literally hurts with pain and loss.
Joanna
xx
