By: Rick 386 On: Fri Dec 23, 2011 10:25 pm
So today was my real sucky day.
I had to put my 11 year old beagle "Opiey" to sleep.
Started a month ago with him not eating much at all. And that is odd for a beagle. After 2 weeks I took him to the vet. Blood work and stool sample indicated decreased liver function and possibly an infection causing the lower numbers all around. So antibiotics and pain meds to try to get the numbers up. Then he stopped eating all together. Thought maybe it was because we were covering his food with the meds. So back to the vet. I chose the cheaper way by having an x ray rather than an ultrasound to see if there was a blockage anywhere. Something near the stomach but nothing showed as being blocked. A shot of prednizone and we went a couple more days.
I finally got the ultrasound done on Wednesday. A real run around until I found someone who was in the office and could do it. Got it done around 1:20 PM. Technician comes out and asks if the dog had a thing about carpet ?? Seems like what showed up on the x ray was actually carpet fiber from the loop carpet throw rugs we have by the front door. He has chewed on this when he would get sick to help him throw up. Anyhow he had a big ball of carpet in the stomach and a string that was traveling through the small intestine.
The vet operated on him Wed night. Thursday morning he was his old self. Then turned south by lunch time. Then back up by 4 then back down after that. The vet called and told me that he needed overnight monitoring and that the vet didn't have the capability. So off to the local vet 24/7 emergency facility last night. He spent the night and was still getting worse. They suspected sepsis infection. I received a call at 11:00 today. He was getting worse. He was too week from not eating in almost a month and would require another surgery with no guarantees. So I had to make the call to put him out of his misery. He was so medicated by that point that I knew he wouldn't even know if I was there so I told them to do it and I would be down later. I couldn't let my companion be put through any more pain. I made the decision that I thought I would never do. Then I lost it.
I buried him by the side of the house where he sat every night protecting us from the ravaging wildlife. Our other dog is confused. He keeps looking for his traveling buddy. These 2 have been together almost their whole life.
This will not be a good Christmas for me. He was the alpha dog here on the property. Everyone who ever came here or who we knew, knew Opiey. He was the official greeter. Until he started wandering, he went to work with me every day. My truck was HIS TRUCK. He owned it. I always left the door open for him. If I couldn't find him, I'd look in the truck and there he would be.
R.I.P. Opiey
This has been hard to type. At times I can't see the keyboard.
Rick