I lost my toy poodle last monday which has broke my heart. the thursday night before while i was at work, she snuck out on my wife while the door was open and got in a fight with a stray pitbull. I ran her to the vet the next morning and they said she's gonna be just fine, just gotta stitch up her tummy where meat was hanging out. Then later they call me as i'm going in to work and tell me that during surgery their was actually part of her organ sticking out the hole also, and they wanna keep her over the weekend, which i thought was tortue but was like i get my baby back monday morning. Then they say i can't get her till 4pm but i was like i gotta be on the road headed to work by 2:40pm so they let me get her at 1pm instead. I get their and she is breathing very hard with a quisy noise, and very swollen around the upper chest even though the gash was around her left hind leg. But they said she's just fine give her all these medicines till they run out and come back in a week for a checkup. I get her home and she has no strength to do anything. It was breaking my heart to see her like that and then about 10 mins later she acted like she was fixing to throw up and then took her final breathe. I couldn't believe it, the vet said she was just fine so i was taking their professinal word on this. And the worst part was i had to head to work in like 30 mins and crying like a little baby. I had to go to work cuz it's just through a temp service cuz of the economy and out of the 100's of applications this is the only place that will give me work, but very strict on missing. Just have missed 3 days a couple weeks ago for the birth of my baby, the only choice i had was to suck it up and head to work. Bloodshot eyes, prob a very sad face even though i was trying to keep a smile. I didn't want anybody to ask what happend cuz i couldn't even think about it much less talk about it without crying. It was so hard trying to make it 8 hours before i could cry my heart out all night, and the hardest thing i ever have done was burrying her. Oh man i was crying so hard i had to keep stopping digging the whole and threw the hole sad process.
the funny thing is 4 years ago my wife was begging me to buy her a toy poodle, finally i gave in. But with all the poop and pee accidents and a few months gone by my wife was like i'm ready to get rid of her. I myself had already done started getting wrapped around her paw and was like na, she's my baby now i'll take over. So i set the alarm ever 2 hours through the night, prayers to God to help us, because i frown on getting rid of pets over something silly. And i know it was by God's hand cuz that very week, she never had an accident inside again, and very soon after she was waking me up at night when she needed to pee
But my wife know's how much she meant to me, and has been by my side and helped encourge me to go on and get a new puppy even though i couldn't help feel guilty about it. i feel like i'm doing her wrong by getting a new puppy so soon, but this little yorky is so energetic, it's keeping my hands full and very little time to sit around and mope. So man i know what you went through and most likely still going through, for i start to tear up everytime i think about her. I hate that she laid their in that awful vet suffering for 4 days, and then thinking she was gonna get better but didn't know i was spending the last few mins of her life with her. I was on the computer looking what kind of medicines they gave her when she stopped breathing. If i had known i would have been right by her side the whole time
