Oh my boy, since I brought you back from the man who named you Baily, you were such a good boy. I feel so bad that you had to go the way you did. When I was passing out the pigs' ears, I didn't think that much when you wouldn't take yours. So I went and gave the others theirs and came back to you. I saw you trying to barf. But the vet said yesterday that might happen, if so, just don't give you the keto-stuff. I made a note in my head not to give it to you. I told you I wouldn't give it to you. You barfed that white foamy stuff. I picked it up with the pooper scooper, hoping that would make you feel better. It did not. You were hunched up. You were trying to barf. You barfed this stuff and barfed this stuff.
It looked like the moose with the keto stuff in it. I wondered if you licked it off where I put it on you yesterday. But it looked like bloat. I called the vet and couldn't get through. So I took you hours away. I am sorry that it hurt so much to put you in the car. I am sorry the ride was so long and painful. I am sorry they took you in the back for an x-ray and kept you back there so long without me. I am sorry that it was bloat. I am sorry that I chose not to do a surgery. The vet said that it was bloat with torsion and it would probably mean the spleen would have to be taken. I wanted the pain to go away. You had already lost 15 pounds, from something. I was hoping you would rally. It just wasn't meant to be this time. I let them give you the juice so the pain would go away.
I think I did the right thing. The vet said it was. The girls at the desk said it was. It feels so bad though. I let you get so thin, and your coat to get bad, before making the appointment for you, and then I had to wait until Saturday. This was the third time you have lost weight like that. You were dropping weight before I went in the hospital. The bloating was probably unrelated, but I feel so bad that your last few months were sick months where you didn't want to eat.
I am glad your girls got to see you on Mother's Day. They loved you so, and you always loved them. I think your favorite thing was to sit between them as I drove them this way or that. They and you were special to each other. Can't take that away. Oh Cuji-Poojie what will I do with my big little boy? I have heard of bloat, now I know what it looks like. I don't see what I could do different. I wish I could have stopped the pain sooner. I am so sorry my boy. Run free.
Oh no... I'm so sorry Selzer. You're going through so much and this on top of everything else... One thing I know from your posts is you're so good to your dogs. I'm sure he was so loved and he's running free, thinking of you.
That is an unfortunate end to life. It’s fine researching so you are prepared if it comes up again but there’s nothing to gain from second guessing the decisions you made in the moment. You acted on what you you felt was the best.
Oh my, what a difficult way to say goodbye. It might play over and over again in your head while you sleep. That's normal. But maybe Cujo can give you a sign that he is fine and happy in the Great Pack.
Thank you all. I live in a place where the nearest 24 hour clinic is an hour away at least, and local vets don't feel that it is their problem. With bloat, it is an emergency, it is right now. You don't have hours. Yes the dog may still be alive, they may even try a surgery on him, but when the stomach twists, the blood is not getting through and the stomach, bowel, esophagus, the cells are dying. Dogs die on the table. They die the next day. Even when you have everything in your favor it may not happen. I knew all the way to N. Ridgeville that I probably would have to put Cujo2 down. Now I am thinking of switching vets to someone who will have a vet on call for emergencies. But if your dog bloats in an off-hour, can a vet come in and do the surgery themselves or would he have to wait for staff to come in too? I can't exactly move closer to a 24 hour clinic. I know that Cujo2 was sick. But I have others, if that was Columbo who is 2 and healthy as a horse, and I might try the surgery, he will still probably die because I am so far away.
The only thing is that I have had dogs out there for over 20 years. I think Mufasa bloated while I was at work. Gretta may have but she had so many digestive issues, I really don't know. I think it was just my turn for this to happen. The breed's structure is against them, but I don't want any other kind of dog.