The hits keep coming my dog who I have had for 13 years is starting to have issues. She has been with me through it all. Meeting Matt, falling in love, getting married, and him dying. Through it all she was the one constant.
Last Friday she started having seizures out of no where. My heart is not ready to lose her. Over the weekend I was not sure what to think or do. Years of having this dog and she has never had any major problems.
On Tuesday I took her to the vet and we ruled out the simple things. But at her age the test to tell us what is going on and not doing treatment would not make sense. Monitor her was the solution. She is not appearing to be in pain. Now I am facing possibly losing another important thing and it seems like every year that happens.
Wednesday was my 9th wedding anniversary. My 3rd that I have been alone for it. Six years that is all I got with him. In years past I would have been a mess but this year was different.
My mind was all over on Wednesday but my boyfriend recognized that I was stressed and dealing with anniversary feelings. He made us dinner and then took me for a hike knowing that is what I needed. And that made all the difference from years past.
I still thought about Matt but it did not make me curl up in a ball and cry. There was a person supporting my needs. Understanding my feelings and just being there.
For the first time in years I believe that time does heal all wounds. It is a level of support and care that need. My heart is still alittle broken and I did have a meltdown Friday morning at the thought of losing more. But life will go on if I stop living to protect my heart then I will never be happy. I have made the choice to risk my heart again to feel something other then hurt.
Laurel, My dog began having seizures out of nowhere it seemed. He had never been sick that I knew of – but he was rescued
from a horrible existence @ a pound.
The Vet x-rayed him immediately and showed me – his heart was so enlarged it nearly went 1/2 the length of his ribs. He was seizing because he was not getting oxygen to his brain. I was heartbroken but put him to sleep immediately to get him out of his misery.
Laurel, my granddog Bella, was the Beagle that was put to sleep. I lost my husband who I dated at 13. We went steady until 18 and married. He passed away from a Covid related heart attack at 73. It was three weeks before our 55th Wedding Anniversary. He absolutely loved Bella too. I sat with her while she went blind and had Cancer. My son took care of her as soon as he got home from work. Both of us saw her suffer. At the end she hurt to be carried outside. 😪 It was only right that we had to put her out of pain. My son held her the the whole time. He said it was very quick. Do what’s best for your dog and not your emotions. Hugs to you, Kathy
Laurel, I am so sorry about your pup and at the same time so happy to hear you have someone with the love to hold you. You certainly deserve it – I lost my husband a few months before you and have followed your posts – you’ve lost a lot of love and I’m so glad you are finding your footing again.