On Watch

We are on watch today.  We may be losing Gilligan.  My husband found him at the bottom of the stairs this morning.  He was lying in his own pee and couldn’t get up.  We made a bed of towels in the family room and placed him there so we can keep an eye on him.  He doesn’t seem to be in any pain.  He just wants to sleep.  He rallied a little this afternoon.  He drank water and ate some wet food and, with the help of a towel sling, stood up.  My husband carried him outside and he peed.  He wandered around a bit, but he’s down again and hasn’t been able to get up.    We talked about what to do.  We are not taking him to the emergency vet.  Tomorrow, if he makes it through the night, I’ll take him to our vet.  I’ll make th decision then.

I love this dog with all my heart   He made me work for every bit of affection or obedience I ever got.  He is my tough guy, my circus dog.  He could not be contained.  He was smart enough and atheletic enough to get out of any space.

I keep thinking about “Million Dollar Baby”.  He is my Mecushla, my darling.  I’ll break my own heart for him.

My Mecushla

My Mecushla

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3 Responses to On Watch

  1. andysigler says:

    I hope the best for him and you. Be well.

  2. rugernight says:

    It breaks my heart every time I hear of someone losing their fur baby. It’s never easy saying goodbye, whether it’s just their time or by accidents. My thoughts are for a peaceful passing, and comfort for you.

  3. Katheleene says:

    It never is easy. My Chocolate lab had similar issues. He was 13.5 years old. Came to the point where he couldn’t get up – yes he laid in pee and poo (which we found in the mornings). I could tell he was upset and didn’t want to do that. He would cry out in the middle of the night – because he wanted to get up and go out to pee. I don’t know how many times I got up each night to lift him up and let him out and wait for him to return. I never thought he was in pain either. He always was happy to see me and even happy and eager to go for walks – although very slow walks and his tongue was hanging out as if he was hot and panting. That was the sign, my vet said, he was telling us that he was in pain (i.e. because he was panting as if he ran or was hot). It broke my heart and even over a year later I still cry because I miss him – but I know we did the right thing by letting him go. My thoughts and prayers are with you as you enter this part of Pet ownership. The worse part of all…….is the end………

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