The time has come to say goodbye to one hell of a Chihuahua, as sadly, his disease took his life in the middle of the night.
I came home from work around 11pm, to find a happy, hungry pack. We had some dinner, went out for a pee, then came in and got ready for bed. It was a this point that I saw something was wrong: Chico wasn't breathing properly. His breaths were rapid and when he coughed, nothing would seem to come up.
I immediately took him to the emergency clinic, where he was put in an oxygen tank while we discussed what might be going on. The vet did some more x-rays and brought me in to look at them. Chico's heart was huge, so much that it was even pushing on his trachea, something of which I hadn't know before.
We devised a game plan: shots of Lasix to rid him of his pulmonary edema (the fluid in his lungs). He would remain in the oxygen tank until he stabilized and would be given a sedative to calm him down.
I gave my little man a pat on the head and said goodnight. I tried to get a kiss out of him, but the door in the tank was small.
The vet said "No news is good news", and I was on my way.
Not one hour later, my phone started to ring. My heart sank. I knew this was the end. I answered the phone and the vet calmly told me we were losing him. Chico wasn't responding to the Lasix and the fluid buildup was getting worse. The buildup was so bad, that he had started coughing up blood.
At this point, the vet recommended euthanasia. She asked me if I wanted to keep Chico alive, so I could be there when they put him to sleep. I asked her if she thought that was a good idea and she said that I would be doing him a favour by letting him go right away, so I did.
My guy died without me, but he was in a hospital full of caring people at his side.
I returned to the vet one last time to say goodbye to my little guy. He looked so peaceful that I never wanted to leave the room. I gave him a ton of kisses, told him I loved him and let him know that Zannah will watch over him at The Rainbow Bridge.
Not one hour later, my phone started to ring. My heart sank. I knew this was the end. I answered the phone and the vet calmly told me we were losing him. Chico wasn't responding to the Lasix and the fluid buildup was getting worse. The buildup was so bad, that he had started coughing up blood.
At this point, the vet recommended euthanasia. She asked me if I wanted to keep Chico alive, so I could be there when they put him to sleep. I asked her if she thought that was a good idea and she said that I would be doing him a favour by letting him go right away, so I did.
My guy died without me, but he was in a hospital full of caring people at his side.
I returned to the vet one last time to say goodbye to my little guy. He looked so peaceful that I never wanted to leave the room. I gave him a ton of kisses, told him I loved him and let him know that Zannah will watch over him at The Rainbow Bridge.