WOW Chrissy !! That is awesome, I will pm you to get more info.
Dexter was fine, had visited the vet regularly, etc. When he got sick throwing up that weekend we figured he ate something he shouldn't have or just had a virus. He got better Sunday and then Sunday night came to get in the bed with us. Early into Monday morning he started throwing up again. It was very early but we knew the vet would open before long so we waited and I called the vet. My h took him because I had a doctor appointment that a.m. too. I took our son with me and my h took Dex to the vet.
I am checking out of the doctor and h calls me - he is crying and says the vet thinks Dexter has cancer. Of course I break down but then compose myself and tell our son and explain that Dexter has lived a long life and we made his last years wonderful (he was a rescue). I also say you know this may be God's way of preparing a way for Honey (my parent's dog that we gave them as a puppy 14 years ago). They were as attached to her as we were Dexter. I used to say they love their dogs more than us kids (just kidding) but they were dog crazy. After I got Dexter I understood and was just as crazy or crazier LOL.
Get home and h was there - he had left Dexter at the vet to do tests they needed to do. It was FOREVER before we finally got the call that after seeing the sonogram, he had a mass in his abdomen that had ruptured and he was VERY sick. His white blood count was 100,000's above what it should be and they were all immature cells. I asked the vet what she would do (God love her, she is awesome) she said she couldn't say but that he was VERY VERY sick. So we knew what we had to do.
We went and spent about 30 minutes with him, took pictures, told him we loved him, hugged him, etc all the time he was wonderful. Kissing me and wanting to lay in my arms. I held him as she gave him the final shot. It broke my heart and still does. We loved him enough though to make that decision and as bad as it hurt me, I held him because I love him so.
Needless to say (I am repeating myself) my parents Honey (poodle) had to be rushed to the emergency vet 2 weeks later. I was at work so our son was there with them. They had to make the decision that night, so Dexter was there waiting for Honey. They had believed she may have a brain tumor and were willing to do surgery but the vet had said wait as it may not be worth doing.
I know that our work and Dexter's in paving the way for my parents and Honey was part of God's plan. I just had NO idea it would hurt so much.
We have Tye who will be 4 in December, he hangs with us all but sleeps with Blake. He too was a rescue. Dexter was a bigger yorkie, Tye only weighs 2-3 lbs depending on how thick his hair is.
I am thinking of getting another some day - just right now I miss Dexter too much and with everything else think we should wait.
Thanks for all the support -- and if you read this far - hope you enjoyed my book LOL
