A day I've been dreading since I brought my girl home...and it was so incredibly unexpected, especially after I just got a clean bill of health on both Danes a week ago today...
Maggie started getting sick Saturday night, when my poor hubby was stuck at work and the kids were really grating on my nerves...when the dust settled and I could sit with Maggie, I started getting a sinking feeling...that night I slept (well, I dozed, woke, dozed, woke, dozed, woke) in the living room with Maggie, realizing as the hours passed that I just didn't think she was going to get better...I was online around midnight looking for info on bloat, but it usually takes dogs in a matter of hours and by then, Maggie had been sick for 6+ hours...we'd lived through bloat with Scooby to the tune of about $1200 to save his life, but the symptoms were so much more evident with him and time was critical...I was confused as to what she had going on, started worrying that she'd gotten in to antifreeze or something...
By a.m. I was certain I'd need to call our vet...poor vet was sick herself, but she met me to confirm that Maggie indeed was in the process of bloating...seems some go fast and some do not. She's been suffering all night despite me trying to make her comfortable, so we had to put her down; toughest thing I've had to do in some time and I've cried and cried and cried and it's not getting any better. She was my first "child" and had been with us for nearly 11 years. She was old by Dane standards and I'm lucky I had her as long as I did...our house seems very empty now, and Scooby (our almost 9 year old Dane) is feeling the effects of not having his girl around...he's having a tough time, shaking a lot as if we'd taken her away and he's next, he keeps looking for her...it's sad, but he's getting plenty of extra love 'til he adjusts...
Maggie's being cremated...first time I've ever done this for a pet...
So, here's the last pic I took of Maggie a few weeks back...and one of her when she was a youngster, tearing up stuffed toys we'd buy her...
Maggie started getting sick Saturday night, when my poor hubby was stuck at work and the kids were really grating on my nerves...when the dust settled and I could sit with Maggie, I started getting a sinking feeling...that night I slept (well, I dozed, woke, dozed, woke, dozed, woke) in the living room with Maggie, realizing as the hours passed that I just didn't think she was going to get better...I was online around midnight looking for info on bloat, but it usually takes dogs in a matter of hours and by then, Maggie had been sick for 6+ hours...we'd lived through bloat with Scooby to the tune of about $1200 to save his life, but the symptoms were so much more evident with him and time was critical...I was confused as to what she had going on, started worrying that she'd gotten in to antifreeze or something...
By a.m. I was certain I'd need to call our vet...poor vet was sick herself, but she met me to confirm that Maggie indeed was in the process of bloating...seems some go fast and some do not. She's been suffering all night despite me trying to make her comfortable, so we had to put her down; toughest thing I've had to do in some time and I've cried and cried and cried and it's not getting any better. She was my first "child" and had been with us for nearly 11 years. She was old by Dane standards and I'm lucky I had her as long as I did...our house seems very empty now, and Scooby (our almost 9 year old Dane) is feeling the effects of not having his girl around...he's having a tough time, shaking a lot as if we'd taken her away and he's next, he keeps looking for her...it's sad, but he's getting plenty of extra love 'til he adjusts...
Maggie's being cremated...first time I've ever done this for a pet...
So, here's the last pic I took of Maggie a few weeks back...and one of her when she was a youngster, tearing up stuffed toys we'd buy her...
