Saturday, October 13, 2012

Sad Day For Us

I am very sad and also a little bit in shock.  Last week, my dog was being his normal sweet self.  On Tuesday morning he got up, I fed him and let him out.  He came back in and seemed fine.  I came home at 3:00 in the afternoon.  I noticed right away that he did not greet me with his usual exuberance.  I looked for him and found him outside laying on the grass.   It became obvious that something was wrong and that he could barely walk.  He made it into the house but went straight to bed-refusing to eat. Later he started vomiting.  He would drink, but only if I brought the dish of water over to him.  By Thursday morning, I decided to barricade him into the kitchen so that he would not mess my carpets.  When he attempted to move, he was all wobbly and clearly his back end was not working right.  Jamie was out of town and I knew I couldn't take him to the vet without help.  I wanted to wait til Jamie came home so we could face this together.

This morning we took him to the vet.  It didn't take the vet very long to figure out that Sherman had malignant tumors in his spleen/liver area.  Sherman also did not have very much physical sensation in his back left leg.  When he tried to stand up, he didn't know how to place his foot correctly on the floor. The doctor, a young man who just got his first veterinary job (two weeks now), was very kind to us. Apparently it is not uncommon that an illness like this show itself very suddenly.  Sherman probably had this 6 months ago, but was able to carry on as normal. There was absolutely nothing that could be done for Sherman and he would continue to decline and his suffering would get worse.  It was a difficult decision to make, but I decided that it would end today.

I called Jamie and told him.  He brought the girls to the veterinary hospital to say goodbye to him.  He couldn't bring Allen because Allen was at a cross-country meet south of Syracuse.  It was so sad to say goodbye to this creature that I had come to love for 9 years.  I was his favorite person.  He would follow me about the house and wait for me at the bottom of the stairs.  If I left the house to go out of town, he moped about the house.  I took him for walks regularly and he would sit at my feet and put his chin on my knee and gaze up at my face.  I will miss him.  I can't keep the tears from falling.  It already seems wrong in this house without him here.

8 comments:

joeks said...

I'm so sorry. Sending a hug your way.

Bethany said...

:'( I am so sorry.

Martha said...

I have found myself bewildered by how attached I can become to my pets. I feel your pain, Priscilla, and find the tears falling here too because I know how much it hurts. I couldn't drive past the vet's office without getting lump in my throat for months after we had Misty put to sleep. Even when it is the kindest thing to do, it still somehow feels all wrong.

I love you.

Melissa said...

I am so sincerely sorry :'(.

StacyB said...

I am sorry for your grief, Priscilla, as you remember your dear friend. I pray God's peace washes over you. ♥

Rachel said...

I am crying as I read this. Sherman was adorable. I feel the pain that you're feeling, we felt the same pain when Jake was sick with congestive heart failure. We tried everything we could to keep him alive, but watched him decline in spite of everything that we did. It was horrible. He followed me everywhere just like Sherman did you. We all went to the vet to gather around him and say our final goodbyes and give him some hugs as he was put to sleep. It was nice to finally be able to see him relax, since he hadn't been able to because of all of his breathing trouble. Having him missing from our home afterward was awful, so lonely. The best thing we did was to get another dog. Praying for you guys. I love you!

kristina said...

I am so sorry about your loss, I know that hurts. I am glad you included Sherman in your blog throughout the years; it always made me happy and I never even met him.

Katya said...

Priscilla, I have fallen so far behind in reading and visiting. There has been far too much going on.

As I read your account of Sherman, I knew the dreaded diagnosis...hemangiosarcoma. This was the same dispicable cancer that took our Angus October 20, 2011.

I am so sorry. I know the pain. I am finally to the point that I no longer cry when I think of Angus. It really did take a year. The kids talk about getting another dog, but Murphy is pretty happy being the center of attention!

In all honesty, as I read about so many dogs dying of this horrible deadly disease, I don't know as I can even consider another....

I understand the feeling of kind of wiping Sherman from the house, as well. Angus's little red parka is still left hanging on the peg in the living room. It no longer brings tears, but makes me think about a little dog who lived well and as all dogs do, showed an example of God's own unconditional love for us!