Jun 25, 2015
Thank you all so much for your notes and prayers. It's been a very very tough couple of days. Starting with Saturday Gabe stopped eating. He had lost a lot of weight and his poor little lymph nodes were all swollen. Over the past 2 weeks he's been "picky" about what he's wanted and what he'll eat. He stopped eating any kind of dog food (canned or not) so I would feed him whatever he'd eat. It went from bologna being his favorite ( I told my mom I didn't care if I had to buy several packs a week, as long as he'd eat) to scrambled eggs to just dog treats to nothing. So Saturday he had NO appetite at all. I began to worry, I knew we were on a decline from here on out. I prayed he'd want something, anything but he wanted nothing. He was still drinking, going out to potty and so forth. Tuesday came around and still no appetite. He wanted outside and was kind of in a hurry about it so I opened the door and he made his way off the porch and out in the yard. He had to throw up and it was of course only water becasue that's all he had in him. I noticed he started getting diarrhea and I read up the later stages of lymphoma awhile back when he was diagnosed and these were the later stages. On Wednesday he wanted nothing at all. No water, nothing. He only went to pee once all day and that was that morning. I let him out and walked with him around in the yard. He squatted to pee (to weak to do anything like hike his leg) and I noticed it was pinkish. I knew his kidneys were shutting down. Our vet closed at lunch on Wednesday and I was praying he'd make it to this morning. As the day went on Wednesday he was taken a turn for the worse rather quickly. He started breathing weird. He was restless and I knew that could be from pain. I noticed his head would tremble a little. I was deathly afraid of seizures and there's no way I would let him get that bad off. Around 11 pm he was in distress. He couldn't breathe hardly at all. He was making this weird noise and I knew it was a struggle for him to breathe. I called the vet and made arrangements to meet him there within 10-15 min. I didn't think it'd happen that fast and figured we'd be there today but I knew Gabe wouldn't make it until this morning. So at 11:30pm we pulled up at the Vets office to help his beautiful little self to the Rainbow Bridge. I felt SO bad for him laying there desperately trying to breathe. The Vet said Gabe barely had any blood and it takes blood to move oxygen to the body. His body couldn't make "new blood" because of the cancer and how aggressive it was. I'm thankful he's no longer suffering. That's THE hardest decision to ever make. He's lived IN my house for over a month now with me taking care of him every single day. My life revolved around keeping him comfortable, fed, giving him his meds daily and most of all loved. It's going to take some time getting used to that all being gone. I know it'll get easier but it's just so hard. He's running around with my sweet Boogie as we speak and that gives me comfort. He's able to breathe, chase squirrels (that he loved to do) and he'll never have to worry about pain or struggling to breathe again. I'm so thankful for that.
RIP Sweet Boy!!