Iron
Dagobah Resident
One of the dogs that live with us, died last night. Exactly one year ago, she had her ovaries removed because of a suspected malignancy. Now, one year later, on sunday she started having difficulty breathing and started tiring fast from normal activities. On monday we rushed with her to our local vet, and the suspicion was that there was something wrong with her heart and she started taking medication with this on mind, and got a little better. On Tuesday the results of x-ray she took arrive, and there was a blurry mass on her left lung.
We did our best to care for her, and she was seemingly improving. On saturday the results of the blood test would come, and we would discuss the options with the vet (probably chemotherapy if was cancer).
On Friday I woke up with zero energy, no will to do anything. I found that strange, because nothing much out of the ordinary had occurred in the day before, so I fought that feeling and went to the lab to work as usual. At 10 pm or so, my little friend started convulsing and passed away in 10 minutes or so. I wasn't at home yet. She was waiting for me I think. She waited as long as she could. I was not there to try to assist in her passing.
I feel like I failed her.
9 Years of friendship. She was an awesome friend. A splendid dog. She was the one I had the deeper connection with. So many nights I went studying about the world, and the articles of Laura and similars were my sole company was her at my feet. So many nights when I, distraught with my chaotic relationship at the time, cried alone in the dark, again with her in my feet.
Farewell my friend. I hope we meet again.
Thanks for listening.
We did our best to care for her, and she was seemingly improving. On saturday the results of the blood test would come, and we would discuss the options with the vet (probably chemotherapy if was cancer).
On Friday I woke up with zero energy, no will to do anything. I found that strange, because nothing much out of the ordinary had occurred in the day before, so I fought that feeling and went to the lab to work as usual. At 10 pm or so, my little friend started convulsing and passed away in 10 minutes or so. I wasn't at home yet. She was waiting for me I think. She waited as long as she could. I was not there to try to assist in her passing.
I feel like I failed her.
9 Years of friendship. She was an awesome friend. A splendid dog. She was the one I had the deeper connection with. So many nights I went studying about the world, and the articles of Laura and similars were my sole company was her at my feet. So many nights when I, distraught with my chaotic relationship at the time, cried alone in the dark, again with her in my feet.
Farewell my friend. I hope we meet again.
Thanks for listening.