Goodbye My Boy Finn
This morning I said goodbye to my loving and loyal boy Finn. In my head I know he is gone, but my heart can not accept it yet and I keep waiting for him to come push up against me wanting to go out or race to the door.
I first knew something wasn't right Saturday morning when he got up and was wobbly on his back feet and I could his nails drag over the floor. I called my Vet and took him in. He examined him and could not find anything wrong and Finn was acting normal and his gait improved, though wasn't totally normal. He thought maybe he had tweaked something or possibly a UTI since on Friday he had peed 2x in the house, which wasn't normal. We started him on Amoxi and Quellin. Monday he seemed better, just a little off in the hind end, but still wanted to go for walks and chase his ball, and pester his sister. I was tried to get a Urine sample for the vet and managed to catch one drop which was bloody. Called my Vet again and he stopped by and examined Finn again and could not feel anything off or get any sort of pain response. We assumed it was a UTI, he wasn't eating with his usual gusto and I could tell he wasn't feeling great. Tuesday I realized he was not urinating. My Vet stopped again and examined Finn. Again no pain response during his examine, but his appetite had dropped off a lot, and eh has always been a good eater. Assuming he had a stone we decided to get X-rays done and catheterize him Wednesday. I took him in early that morning since they would need to sedate him. He was not his vibrant energetic self, but still alert and wanting to play with his ball when I brought it out that morning before we left. My Vet called Wednesday afternoon. X-rays showed nothing and upon catheterizing him they had gotten no urine at all. They did bloodwork and his kidney levels were so high they could not be read. They started him on fluids and a diuretic. I went in to see him that evening. I could tell he was doing well, but still gave one of the Vet's working on him the stink eye when she came over. I called this morning to see how he was doing and he still hadn't peed despite getting I think 4 bags of fluids.
I went and picked him up this morning to bring him home. His ears perked right up as he was walked out to me. To look at him you would not have guessed that was in as bad a shape as he was. I brought him home and let him sniff around outside one last time and threw his ball for him to chased. Little stinker still didn't want to out when I asked, he never has, and wagged his tail like he always did when he was being a brat about it. I took him inside and into the living room. He came up to me after I sat down and dropped his head between my legs for pets like always. After a few minutes he laid down and my family gave him goodbye pets and kisses. He didn't give a hoot about most strangers, but he loved his family so much. My Vet came a few minutes later and Finn popped and barked at him like he did anyone who came into his home. I settled him and got him to lay back down. He went quickly, just popping up into a sit then sliding back down onto his side after the injection. I wanted to believe he was just laying there sleeping and would hop up the moment I moved.
I can't believe he is gone. The house doesn't feel right with out him in it, and I keep looking over at the spots he use to lay expecting to see his head pop up, eyes bright and ears up ready to go. I feel like we had only just started on our journey together and now it is over far too soon. He was 2 years and almost 4 months old and my best friend.