dan h
Super Boxer
Our babygirl, Lexi, is now gone to the bridge. Recently, she was throwing up every couple of days. One doctor had told us that it was parvo, but after all the recommended treatment, whe was still not feeling better. He told us to give some time. But every day that went by, we noticed her to be weaker and sadder. She didn't want to run anymore or play with her buddy Max. All she wanted to do was cuddle with us. What a sweetie! I couldn't take it anymore, so I took her to another doctor that was recommended to us. She told us that she had very high toxin levels in her blood and that it could be renal disease. She suggested that we should have her x-rayed. The results came back and it broke my heart. The doctor said that her kidneys had never developed and it will never develop. She said that we had two choices, either to put her to sleep or to find another sibling for a kidney transplant. If we chose to do the transplant, we would have to find a sibling, convince them to help us, pay $8,000 for surgery, and then for the rest of her life, treat her with dialisys every week. The doctor had told us that Lexi was fighting death really hard, because at the levels of toxins in her blood, she should have already died or be too sick to even move. But even to the last minute, our Lexi was still giving us kisses and wiggling her tail. Given the two choices and seeing our baby girl not wanting to go yet, it made me feel like a coward to have chosen to put her to sleep. Once the decision was made, the doctor told us that that was the better choice, because although the transplant was an alternative, it was unrealistic. But yet, I still feel guilty. I held her close as the doctor injected her with the drugs to help her go to sleep, and as a matter of seconds, her body lost all energy and resistance. It was one of the hardest things I had to deal with. As her body kept getting colder, I was regreting the choice and I kept apologizing to her that we couldn't do anything further to help her. She was only 4 months old. If I think back to how sweat and loving she was, I can't believe that she was that sick. She was brave. Our house feels so empty now without her. Max, our other boxer, is so sad and sometimes it seems that he is looking for her or waiting for her to come home. When I walk him, he will get all excited to rush to the areas in the park that they used to run together and when he gets there, it's like he doesn't understand why she is not there waiting for him. We really miss her. I hope she knows that we really love her.