One year after this picture was taken Sparky died of cancer after a couple months of being sick. I tried everything to save him and thankfully I worked as a vet tech at the time and had access to reasonably priced treatment options. I understand after going through that experience that when it’s their time to go no matter how hard you fight it, it’s just their time. His last few days were hard because I put him through chemo treatments and tons of medications that were supposed to help. I was under the understanding that he was going to be cured and survive this horrible disease. I was wrong, he died after his second chemo treatment and at that moment I decided to never put another pet through that again.
On his last day, I was giving him his medicine and tried to give him some food so he didn’t take any medications on an empty stomach. I quickly realised he didn’t have an appetite and decided to run to my work a few minutes later and get a high end dog food called AD that is meant for sick dogs that need to put on weight. It really is a miracle food that I have fed to many sick animals over the years at work. My husband stayed home and as I arrived at my work my coworkers informed me that I had an emergency phone call.
I answered to find out it was my husband saying something is wrong with Sparky you need to come home right now. I grabbed the can of food and raced home. I don’t remember that ride home at all, the only thing I remember is pulling in the driveway and seeing my husband on the porch with Sparky wrapped in a blanket shaking his head. I knew he had died and I couldn’t even get out of my car, I just sat there and cried.
When I finally got out of the car, my husband said that as soon as I left Sparky went into the bathroom. I thought this was weird because Sparky hated water and never went into the bathroom because in his mind this was a torture chamber where the dreaded bath takes place. He went in after him to see what he was doing in there and said Sparky just laid down and died.
I wonder sometimes if he waited for me to leave. At the animal hospital a lot of our clients had spoke of similar things happening with their pets as well. Some people claim they were with their pet all day until they took a shower or a nap and came back to find they had passed on.
I had never had to euthanize my own pet before but after this experience I was more understanding to the clients that felt this was best for their pet. Before losing my own pet I never really was able to see things from a different perspective. Now I am more open to the idea but hoped to never have to make that decision for my pet.
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