Mallory
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- Jul 31, 2015
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- YNA hen "Greenleaf", Black Capped x Green Cheek Hybrid "Eva", CAG (hatched 1/1/2016), European Starling "Koda"
I knew it was time. Apollo has been through a lot in our three and a half years together. I hate to think that replacing our veterinarian earlier and getting some real advice...instead of a false sense of security that it was EPI and we were doing all we could and his weight was a " low normal"...maybe could have saved him. But I can't think like that. I knew being chronically underweight would hurt him and I have to live with being mistreated and ignored by the supposed "best vet in town" and stupidly putting all my trust in them. I can tell that story another day. It's not about that now.
Apollo got shampoo in his eyes about 5 days ago. I started flushing them immediately. His eyeballs clouded over and the swelling was incredible - just another sign that things were coming to a head. We arranged an emergency vet visit that night...only to cancel because I knew aggressive treatment was pointless and we could keep him comfortable at home. It was time. His weight had plummeted and he looked like a walking skeleton. His urine was starting to smell off, he was drinking like crazy and becoming dehydrated, and then two days ago he stopped eating completely. Last night he put his head in my lap and started howling and we cried together. I resolved to make the appointment today.
We could have treated aggressively but I felt that it would just prolong his suffering. He was such an amazing dog and such a part of our family, I couldn't bare to wake up to him dead in a puddle of urine. He had been patient through all the vet visits, medicines and other things we put him through but I knew he was tired. I couldn't keep him alive selfishly. We had tried all the basic diagnostics and since he was already in the beginning of kidney failure, any heroic gestures would likely have bought us only weeks or months. Besides...we just switched to a new vet, I just had surgery and two months ago I watched my grandmother suffer a drawn out death, and I couldn't take any more right now. I had a strong feeling that we did what we could and I owed him a peaceful death.
The appointment was at 2:00 this afternoon. I woke up early and took Apollo and Katara to the dog park for a long time. Apollo got to play with another longtime canine friend. Then we went on a slow walk in the fields near our apartment and he got to swim for the last time. We took him home, clipped some fur and whiskers, and made impressions of his nose and paw pads with non-toxic ink. There was a lot of cuddling and some tears. Apollo could only eat bland kibble or he would get severe diarrhea, but what did we have to lose today? We went out and got him a cheeseburger and even with almost no appetite remaining he ate it happily. Then we packed both dogs up for the appointment.
It was fast. The vet said his eyes swelled up so much because systemically everything was starting to fail. He was maybe 20 lbs underweight (we knew that much already) and the vet said he was in worse condition than we realized (kidneys failing, weak circulation, etc.)...but at least he had remained happy and playful until the end. He suggested it could have been a serious cancer or auto-immune disease, nothing good. We didn't pursue a necropsy. I don't know if I could live with knowing it was something treatable but I can live with the feeling I did everything I could. He passed away in our arms and then we held him for a long time afterward. Katara got to see him pass but was more nervous about being at the vet than anything. I don't know if it brought her closure but I don't regret bringing her either.
Here are some recent pictures of Apollo. He was such an amazing dog - my true soulmate - and I feel awful that we didn't get a chance to save him. He died at around 5 years of age but we tried to fill that short life with as much love and happiness as we could.
Before his eyes swelled up earlier in the week at the park.
Playing with Katara.
Cuddling today before the appointment.
Apollo got shampoo in his eyes about 5 days ago. I started flushing them immediately. His eyeballs clouded over and the swelling was incredible - just another sign that things were coming to a head. We arranged an emergency vet visit that night...only to cancel because I knew aggressive treatment was pointless and we could keep him comfortable at home. It was time. His weight had plummeted and he looked like a walking skeleton. His urine was starting to smell off, he was drinking like crazy and becoming dehydrated, and then two days ago he stopped eating completely. Last night he put his head in my lap and started howling and we cried together. I resolved to make the appointment today.
We could have treated aggressively but I felt that it would just prolong his suffering. He was such an amazing dog and such a part of our family, I couldn't bare to wake up to him dead in a puddle of urine. He had been patient through all the vet visits, medicines and other things we put him through but I knew he was tired. I couldn't keep him alive selfishly. We had tried all the basic diagnostics and since he was already in the beginning of kidney failure, any heroic gestures would likely have bought us only weeks or months. Besides...we just switched to a new vet, I just had surgery and two months ago I watched my grandmother suffer a drawn out death, and I couldn't take any more right now. I had a strong feeling that we did what we could and I owed him a peaceful death.
The appointment was at 2:00 this afternoon. I woke up early and took Apollo and Katara to the dog park for a long time. Apollo got to play with another longtime canine friend. Then we went on a slow walk in the fields near our apartment and he got to swim for the last time. We took him home, clipped some fur and whiskers, and made impressions of his nose and paw pads with non-toxic ink. There was a lot of cuddling and some tears. Apollo could only eat bland kibble or he would get severe diarrhea, but what did we have to lose today? We went out and got him a cheeseburger and even with almost no appetite remaining he ate it happily. Then we packed both dogs up for the appointment.
It was fast. The vet said his eyes swelled up so much because systemically everything was starting to fail. He was maybe 20 lbs underweight (we knew that much already) and the vet said he was in worse condition than we realized (kidneys failing, weak circulation, etc.)...but at least he had remained happy and playful until the end. He suggested it could have been a serious cancer or auto-immune disease, nothing good. We didn't pursue a necropsy. I don't know if I could live with knowing it was something treatable but I can live with the feeling I did everything I could. He passed away in our arms and then we held him for a long time afterward. Katara got to see him pass but was more nervous about being at the vet than anything. I don't know if it brought her closure but I don't regret bringing her either.
Here are some recent pictures of Apollo. He was such an amazing dog - my true soulmate - and I feel awful that we didn't get a chance to save him. He died at around 5 years of age but we tried to fill that short life with as much love and happiness as we could.
Before his eyes swelled up earlier in the week at the park.
Playing with Katara.
Cuddling today before the appointment.