I am in shock. My loving boy, Jackson, collapsed late this afternoon and was pronounced dead at the emergency vet office.
He was asking to come in at the patio door, I told him to wait a minute and turned to make sure that Tanner was not in the room. I caught movement out of the corner of my eye and turned back to see Jackson slumped and starting what looked to me like a seizure. His legs were jerking and he was making a strange, rhythmic yelping sound. I called for my husband. He came in and tried to left him but couldn't get a grip. I think he was scared that he was hurting him.
I grabbed a blanket and draped it over Jackson, then my husband took Jack's front and I took the hind end and we carried him to the car. I think he was dead when we laid him in the car. He had pooped when we picked him up, but I know I saw his chest raising and falling. But I sat with him for the 7 minute ride to the vet ER and I never saw or felt his chest move again.
We called the vet once we were in the car, to let them know we are on our way with a critical dog, and they took him in right away. But he was already gone when we got there.
How could that happen so quickly? He had just played a game of fetch with my oldest son.
Jackson came to me as a 5 week old foster puppy, along with his litter-mate. He was only 8.5 years old. He was the best companion and was so easy to raise and train. He was just a good, good boy.
We are just devastated. The other dogs are very subdued. You can't tell me that they don't know that something has happened. We have had two door knocks since we got back, and nobody has barked. At all. It took me a while to realize it is because Jackson is gone. He was the one who would start the alert barking, and without him to start it the other dogs don't know what to do.
He was a good dog.