The All Night Diners

[CapricornFarm]

I was raised that an animal is an animal. Love it, care for it, and let it go when it’s time. You fix a broken leg, but not roadkill.
My last dog... I knew he had to go. He was suffering, and the vets (one practice, two women) had ignored me when I said something was wrong. I wasn’t waiting for them to finally do something to help. However, my husband... that is a long story! He would not let me do it. $4,500 later, my dog died anyway. In excruciating pain despite the morphine being pumped into him.
Now my husband has taken off, and I was given his dog. We weren’t supposed to get another dog, but... my husband
The poor thing was never wanted by anyone it seems (Yes, I’m rambling. It’s late, and this thread is about saying whatever is keeping us awake). Approximately 1 (or 2, but I chose one) when he was found, two families filled out paperwork to adopt him, but didn’t return for him. I didn’t want him, but my husband... then my husband didn’t want him. So here is this poor dog. Please understand that this dog wanted me very badly. He was clear on that when I walked into the room at the pound. He is happy as can be with me.
Now, the thing keeping me awake!
The dog is dying. It began the day he went for his yearly check up a few months ago.
The idiot never so much as looked at the dog’s records. He talked my ear off, used a flea comb to rip a mat of hair from his penis (OUCH!!!), and was stunned when he tried to dismiss me, and I told him I had been waiting for him to do vaccinations. $150 for just talking. Plus more for the other stuff.
Since that day, he looks bloated to me, has a few lumps (including a floating lump I believe is just a fatty deposit), pants if I turn off the air conditioner (it’s 66-68*, and I’m freezing!!) and can not lay on his back. Even if I cradle his head, he’s unable to breathe well. I have to hold him upright in one arm (like a child on your hip) to rub his stomach. Or he lays on his side.
At night he wheezes and snores in his sleep. He keeps limping on and off. He has had a limp on occasion from arthritis, but this is different.
I’m thinking congestive heart failure. I cannot bring him in for testing. I simply don’t have $$ just for a quick exam, let alone $$$ for testing and the other hoopla.
I’m too afraid of being dismissed anyway.
Do I sound awful? Sure! But this is just what my tired brain is saying now. So now ya know.
And then there’s... Never mind.

You did the best you could. Perhaps it is time to let him pass on. Hugs.

 

[BullChick]

Thanks. I wish it weren’t like this.

 

[CapricornFarm]

I know, when i get chicks hatching sometimes there is one with issues. I try to fix them and sometimes it works. Sometimes i have to cull and sometimes they just die. It is not easy.

 

[BullChick]

I didn’t sleep last, but I was trying, so I didn’t jump on BYC.
The dog is having better days, but still not great. He’s often bloated, breathing poorly, and hurts or gets winded when I pick him up (he asks to be picked up). Going outside even when it’s cool usually has him panting.
I went on a slow walk today. I think it took an hour for Duckling to get us a half mile. The dog doesn’t go on a leash, so he went his own pace. He was panting heavily, but not limping or asking to be carried. When we got into the house, he plopped down. I don’t mean he was laying normal. I mean he was wiped out! I suppose it is the most exercise he’s had in a few weeks. Not that he was able to do much lately.
Anyway, that’s what is up with him. Though it just occurred to me that he didn’t cough when he was panting. That is a good thing.

 

[BullChick]

I’m still wondering about the hair fairy, and where my scrunchy is.

 

[BullChick]

Okay, so if anyone doesn’t know, my dog is gone. He wasn’t that old (early sixties or so according to the dog chart), but he had lots of issues at the end.
Dealing with this is hard for anyone, but I’m totally alone here. Husband abandoned us (it was his dog!), and I don’t have my own children. Duckling isn’t here all the time anymore, and despite my jumbo family, they have their own lives.
No friends anymore (husband scared them off). So here I am, alone and wondering how it got this way. Of course that has many deep answers not appropriate to delve into here.
I literally keep forgetting the dog is gone in rapid fire. As I’m reprimanding myself for forgetting, I forget again, and then again. Apparently I’ve stopped listening to myself.
No, I’m not getting another pet. It isn’t the best thing this time.
Because my mind is wandering at this late hour, I’m wondering how it’s been twenty years (on Friday) since my first fiancé passed away. I’m telling ya! I’ve had a crazy life!
Anyway, I’m in the recliner tonight. Hopefully it will make me feel secure enough to get some sleep. Tomorrow I hope to work on the run, and not look for the dog a million times.

 

[Phage]

Okay, so if anyone doesn’t know, my dog is gone. He wasn’t that old (early sixties or so according to the dog chart), but he had lots of issues at the end.
Dealing with this is hard for anyone, but I’m totally alone here. Husband abandoned us (it was his dog!), and I don’t have my own children. Duckling isn’t here all the time anymore, and despite my jumbo family, they have their own lives.
No friends anymore (husband scared them off). So here I am, alone and wondering how it got this way. Of course that has many deep answers not appropriate to delve into here.
I literally keep forgetting the dog is gone in rapid fire. As I’m reprimanding myself for forgetting, I forget again, and then again. Apparently I’ve stopped listening to myself.
No, I’m not getting another pet. It isn’t the best thing this time.
Because my mind is wandering at this late hour, I’m wondering how it’s been twenty years (on Friday) since my first fiancé passed away. I’m telling ya! I’ve had a crazy life!
Anyway, I’m in the recliner tonight. Hopefully it will make me feel secure enough to get some sleep. Tomorrow I hope to work on the run, and not look for the dog a million times.

What did your first fiancé pass away from????

 

[Phage]

When is Duckling back?
I know it is sad a time but yesterday has happened and today is a new day to enjoy.
When nothing sees to be going right I think of the big things what I am grateful for, and this makes the smaller annoyances seem less important.

 

[CCUK]

Okay, so if anyone doesn’t know, my dog is gone. He wasn’t that old (early sixties or so according to the dog chart), but he had lots of issues at the end.
Dealing with this is hard for anyone, but I’m totally alone here. Husband abandoned us (it was his dog!), and I don’t have my own children. Duckling isn’t here all the time anymore, and despite my jumbo family, they have their own lives.
No friends anymore (husband scared them off). So here I am, alone and wondering how it got this way. Of course that has many deep answers not appropriate to delve into here.
I literally keep forgetting the dog is gone in rapid fire. As I’m reprimanding myself for forgetting, I forget again, and then again. Apparently I’ve stopped listening to myself.
No, I’m not getting another pet. It isn’t the best thing this time.
Because my mind is wandering at this late hour, I’m wondering how it’s been twenty years (on Friday) since my first fiancé passed away. I’m telling ya! I’ve had a crazy life!
Anyway, I’m in the recliner tonight. Hopefully it will make me feel secure enough to get some sleep. Tomorrow I hope to work on the run, and not look for the dog a million times.

Hi @BullChick. Can't really say much. I'm sorry about your doggie. I know he wasn't great at the end but you did the right thing for him. He's comfortable now.
Sounds like you have had a rough time for the past twenty. Time sure goes by, especially when your not looking. Focus on the positive things that you have. Duckling loves you very much I'm sure. I don't see much of my dysfunctional family! I do have the DW and kids but it can be hard to see through the chaos and realise what you want. Get yourself out. Can you meet up with your friends prior to hubby? We are still here on BYC. I know its not the same, but here is a release for me, the chit & chat, the come and go. Don't keep looking back, look forward. We have all made mistakes in the past but don't let that rule your present. Have a good night's sleep.

 

[BullChick]

First fiancé ruptured his spleen at work (landscaping) when his buddy dropped his end of the wood post, and it jammed into him.
Doctor left a sponge in, and Bob hurt like mad.
He drank to cover the pain, and you can see where this goes. Ya can’t drink without a spleen.
Second was kidney failure.
Third was a heart attack.
I’m dangerous!
2 weeks before the wedding to “DH” the dog got hit by a car, and died of internal injuries on the way to the emergency vet. I loved her, not him.
Soon after that, the guy I was involved with when my husband took me away (I really was kidnapped) died of a heart attack.
I continued the list because after a while, it’s almost funny. You know you’re half laughing at the idea that I could actually be the reason they all passed.
Duckling could be here today or ... ? I never know.