Post by katrina on Oct 12, 2015 22:34:59 GMT
It is with great sadness that I have to let you all know that Sweetpea had to be PTS on Sunday 11 October.
It was only in her last week that she caused us any great concern. Very lethargic, gone off her food and had a lost of weight in a very short amount of time. Taking her straight to the vet, we were devastated to learn that she had massive kidney disease, anaemia and probably a "nasty" somewhere in her body.
Prior to this she had gone off her regular food a couple of weeks before, but still had an appetite for freshly cooked chicken and liver with rice and egg whites, hot dog and pate and treats which she continued to enjoy until a couple of days before her 'obvious illness'.
On Tuesday 29 Nov we noticed that she was not getting up to greet us as we came through the door, she would still react when we went to greet her and she still enjoyed a walk, all be it not as far as she used to, we thought she was just being a bit lazy! (hindsight). However from the following Tuesday to Thursday she had a great downward spiral. She was still drinking and eating select food, pooping and weeing but I knew that she had to be seen by the Thursday. This was an easy decision, despite her hatred of vets and 'fussing'.
Our vet felt that she had lymphoma, took bloods and it showed anaemia. We were advised to bring her to our vets Barry clinic on Mon 12 Oct. However on Friday I knew that she had got a lot worse a very quickly. We took her straight back to the vet only to be advised to take her to the emergency vet on Friday night. This we did and they kept her in to give fluid therapy to try and flush her kidneys. On Sat evening after work I went to see her at the vet hospital and she looked miserable. She barely had the energy to greet me and she had eaten nothing since she had been in the hospital. I tried to feed her a couple of treats but she turned her nose up at them. She gave me a kiss - lick on the nose, a 'trick' which we had learnt a couple of weeks before, but still declined the treat which I offered her.
We were advised that a further blood test would show if she was responding to basic treatment with the idea that we then refer her to the vet school in Bristol for more aggressive tests to find a definitive diagnosis.
Iwaited for the blood tests but knew she should not be put through any more 'fusses' unless they would be able to provide a definite way forward for Roxys future.
At 0800hrs on Sunday 11 Oct I spoke to the vet (I had been awake all night just hoping!) The news was devastating. Despite all efforts nothing had made a difference to Roxys prognosis. I could not put her through any further aggressive tests as, even in her weakened state, she had started to growl and snap if the vets went to try and hand feed her.
it was with a huge broken heart that I had to call it a day.
Sweetpea/Roxy came to us very quickly at a time when she was needed most. If I think that we could have provided her with just a tenth of what she provided to us in her short time of being with us (19 months) then I know that she fitted with us as we fitted with her.
There is a Roxy shaped hole in our family, the space where she slept on her bed next to ours, where she sat on different parts of our lounge furniture depending on whether she was resting, guarding or watching. Where she would follow us continuously from room to room and most of all where she would greet us as we came in. Mostly she has left a huge hole in our hearts.
I will be forever grateful for the chance of knowing Roxy and I will forever be sorry for not having a lot more time with her ,
RIP my beautiful girl.
xxx
It was only in her last week that she caused us any great concern. Very lethargic, gone off her food and had a lost of weight in a very short amount of time. Taking her straight to the vet, we were devastated to learn that she had massive kidney disease, anaemia and probably a "nasty" somewhere in her body.
Prior to this she had gone off her regular food a couple of weeks before, but still had an appetite for freshly cooked chicken and liver with rice and egg whites, hot dog and pate and treats which she continued to enjoy until a couple of days before her 'obvious illness'.
On Tuesday 29 Nov we noticed that she was not getting up to greet us as we came through the door, she would still react when we went to greet her and she still enjoyed a walk, all be it not as far as she used to, we thought she was just being a bit lazy! (hindsight). However from the following Tuesday to Thursday she had a great downward spiral. She was still drinking and eating select food, pooping and weeing but I knew that she had to be seen by the Thursday. This was an easy decision, despite her hatred of vets and 'fussing'.
Our vet felt that she had lymphoma, took bloods and it showed anaemia. We were advised to bring her to our vets Barry clinic on Mon 12 Oct. However on Friday I knew that she had got a lot worse a very quickly. We took her straight back to the vet only to be advised to take her to the emergency vet on Friday night. This we did and they kept her in to give fluid therapy to try and flush her kidneys. On Sat evening after work I went to see her at the vet hospital and she looked miserable. She barely had the energy to greet me and she had eaten nothing since she had been in the hospital. I tried to feed her a couple of treats but she turned her nose up at them. She gave me a kiss - lick on the nose, a 'trick' which we had learnt a couple of weeks before, but still declined the treat which I offered her.
We were advised that a further blood test would show if she was responding to basic treatment with the idea that we then refer her to the vet school in Bristol for more aggressive tests to find a definitive diagnosis.
Iwaited for the blood tests but knew she should not be put through any more 'fusses' unless they would be able to provide a definite way forward for Roxys future.
At 0800hrs on Sunday 11 Oct I spoke to the vet (I had been awake all night just hoping!) The news was devastating. Despite all efforts nothing had made a difference to Roxys prognosis. I could not put her through any further aggressive tests as, even in her weakened state, she had started to growl and snap if the vets went to try and hand feed her.
it was with a huge broken heart that I had to call it a day.
Sweetpea/Roxy came to us very quickly at a time when she was needed most. If I think that we could have provided her with just a tenth of what she provided to us in her short time of being with us (19 months) then I know that she fitted with us as we fitted with her.
There is a Roxy shaped hole in our family, the space where she slept on her bed next to ours, where she sat on different parts of our lounge furniture depending on whether she was resting, guarding or watching. Where she would follow us continuously from room to room and most of all where she would greet us as we came in. Mostly she has left a huge hole in our hearts.
I will be forever grateful for the chance of knowing Roxy and I will forever be sorry for not having a lot more time with her ,
RIP my beautiful girl.
xxx
Your time with her may have been short, but I bet it was the best 19 months she had ever known.
