This is a very short, very self indulgent, very sad post. BUT...... it’s just to explain my potential absence rather than milking sympathy.
I have a lovely 13 year old Springer Spaniel who has had 2 near death experiences this year (7 months actually) which had added up to £2500 already.
Tuesday I came home from work and he was collapsed behind the front door and I literally had to keep opening the door on him to get him to move. When I got in he was shaking, barely able to breathe and looking like he was on his last breath. Quick trip to the vets (AGAIN) and I was told this was IT he was on his way out. X-rays found a cantaloupe sized tumour in his chest pressing on his heart causing the shortness of breath. Take him home tonight to say goodbye and bring him back tomorrow for the final deep sleep 😥
Palliative antibiotics, steroids, anti inflammatories etc and home to say goodbye. Midnight he almost stopped breathing it was so shallow, 2am he wanted water and then begged for food. 8:30 next morning he was bright eyed and bushy tailed ready for a walk. SO CONFUSING!!!
The vet has said she has NEVER seen a recovery like it and has had to go back and check what she saw on X-rays but has come back and said she has no idea how he has rallied but he has. Make the most of it but be ready for him to go at any point.
I am living on raw nerves every moment wondering if he will be ok when I get home. So far so good and he is seemingly a happy chappy. This is now the 3rd time but this time I feel it is final and am just waiting for the sign it’s the end. A girl at work said it’s always better a day too early than a day too late. I can’t agree more but I am going to take it one day at a time.
Any pet lover out there will understand. I’m here maybe in mind but for a few days (cos I think that’s what it is) not in body.