Saoirse 05/17/2001-11/04/2008
Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 9:31 am
Lost one of my true friends this last Tuesday. She came from a litter of 8, of which 7 were diagnosed with megaesophagus. Six were euthanized; I decided to try and manage it with her. She had a great 7.5 years, but the last 2 weeks her vomitting increased significantly. X-rays showed her esophagus was taking up a large portion of her chest cavity, her heart was slightly enlarged, and it appeared a tumor had developed near her spine. Last Friday I talked to the vet to let him know I had made the decision to put her down; I would know when the time was right- he said to call him on any day and at any time. Ironically she seemed as healthy as ever over the weekend, she wanted to play with her cohorts, as lively as ever and no vomitting. Sunday evening we waded the river behind my parents house looking for woodies; she was in her element, as joyful and alert as ever.
And then Tuesday came. In the morning she vomitted, this time it contained blood. I knew it was time, and I called Dr. John. I would see him at 2:30 that afternoon. I had a few hours to spend with her; I took her back to the river behind my parents, it was the place of her first hunt, and I wanted it to be the place of her last "hunt". She perked up once we got there and walked to the river and stepped into the familiar surroundings. She was tired we didn't go far at all, and it was all downstream. She sat down in the river, then laid down- something she always avoided doing- I knew the time had truly come.
I carried her to the stream bank, set her gently down and laid next to her. She laid her 2 paws over my leg followed by her head; this was it, we both knew it. I was recently with my father while he passed away; I could not help but make the correlation between life and death, be it human or animal. It is a similiar process. I am grateful I was with my father and my dog during their passing; it will help me realize how meaningful life is, and how each individual can touch others.
I am grateful she passed away on her own terms and in a place she was so familiar with. Admittedly I second guess some of my decisions, but I truly believe she enjoyed her life and was comfortable throughout and in the end.
Saoirse is, and always will be, dearly missed. Thanks for what you gave to me.
And then Tuesday came. In the morning she vomitted, this time it contained blood. I knew it was time, and I called Dr. John. I would see him at 2:30 that afternoon. I had a few hours to spend with her; I took her back to the river behind my parents, it was the place of her first hunt, and I wanted it to be the place of her last "hunt". She perked up once we got there and walked to the river and stepped into the familiar surroundings. She was tired we didn't go far at all, and it was all downstream. She sat down in the river, then laid down- something she always avoided doing- I knew the time had truly come.
I carried her to the stream bank, set her gently down and laid next to her. She laid her 2 paws over my leg followed by her head; this was it, we both knew it. I was recently with my father while he passed away; I could not help but make the correlation between life and death, be it human or animal. It is a similiar process. I am grateful I was with my father and my dog during their passing; it will help me realize how meaningful life is, and how each individual can touch others.
I am grateful she passed away on her own terms and in a place she was so familiar with. Admittedly I second guess some of my decisions, but I truly believe she enjoyed her life and was comfortable throughout and in the end.
Saoirse is, and always will be, dearly missed. Thanks for what you gave to me.
