All dogs go to heaven…..

Sorry for MIA the past couple of days. I had to make one of the hardest decisions to date. I had to determine if I wanted to try to save my dog, Eres. He was a Brussels griffon mix. He was about 2 years old. We adopted him from the pound when he was one. He was the cutest thing ever! I had to do a lot of persuading on my husband’s part to get him. We had a dog named little bit. She was a Jack Russell and very hyper! She also started having grandma seizures occasionally. I knew that with 3 children and one other dog in the home that I wasn’t able to take little bit to the vet and pay about $1,000 to see why she was having them. Then afford to pay for the medicine she would need to take to prevent them. The first couple of times that she had the seizures it freaked my oldest out. I knew that I needed to find a better home for her with someone who could afford to take care of her medical problems and give her room to run.

So after about 2 days worth of “persuading” lol, we all went to the pound and picked out Eres! I was so excited. He was the first dog that I have ever adopted from the pound. He was a very good dog. He was very well-trained, so there was no house breaking him. He was very good with the kids and with the other dog that we have.

One thing that Eres loved to do was to run out the door any chance that he got. We would try to chase him but then that would fuel him to go further and further away from home. So we would just sit at home and wait for him to get done roaming and then he would literally knock at the door to come back in. I couldn’t have picked a better dog!

He got out Sunday night. I didn’t think nothing any different from any other day because it was the normal thing for him to run out if he could. He came back after an hour or so of running the street. Little did I know that I would be finding out that he had eaten something that he shouldn’t have. He was fine all day Monday until that afternoon. He started vomiting. I didn’t think nothing of that either because the kids like to feed the dogs with what ever they don’t eat off of their plates. So I just cleaned up the mess and went about the day like normal.

I didn’t notice anything wrong with him till the next morning, Tuesday, when my oldest was getting ready for school and he came and told me that Eres had vomited all over his back pack. I then noticed that the puke was solid water that he had drunk only a little bit earlier. So I brought the cage into the living room and made him a bed out of towels inside of the cage. If I wouldn’t have done the cage thing my other 2 children would have bugged him and possibly got bit because of them bothering him.

Then he really started worrying me when he would drink the water he would throw it back up a few minutes later. So I called the hubby and told him about it. By that time my grandma had come to visit and she advised me that I needed to take him to the vet because little dogs like him go down hill fast. We decided that he needed to go to be checked out. I took the kiddies to my grandma’s so I could peacefully visit the vets office without any incidents with my rambunctious 2 yr old.

While on the way to the vets I noticed that he wasn’t even trying to steady himself while I was stopping, going around a curve, or hitting the gas. He did get up and try to move around but then he would lay back down. Come to find out he wasn’t lying down cause he was weak. He was having mild seizures. He had a grandma seizure while I was getting ready to take him to the vet. I had never seen a dog have a mild seizure so I didn’t know what was going on.

When we got to the vet we had to wait about 10 minutes before we could be taken back to the examining room.  He acted like he wanted to walk around.  So I put him down and then he would walk around and then stop and flop onto his stomach like he was resting.  He would continue to do that for about 5 minutes.  Then he started to just fall over and get a little stiff.  His breathing was short and fast.  His little heart was just a pounding while I held him.

After we was taken back to the examining room, the vet came in and explained to me that it was going to cost me about $600 – $1000 just for him to have the 24 hour care at a pet hospital for the seizures.  He would need to be monitored for the 24 hours because any of the test that he could have done wouldn’t be back for 24 hours.  Then Eres had another grandma seizure.  A grandma seizure is a seizure where your entire body convulses and you don’t have any control over your body.  It’s very scary for someone who has never seen one first hand.  After discussing the options with the vet I called the hubby and then the tears started flowing.  This was the first time that I had been in that position.  I don’t like having that kind of control over my dog’s life.  I had to decide whether or not I would be able to afford to take him to the pet hospital and try to save him from what was happening to him.

unfortunately I wasn’t able to afford to give him the care that he needed to have.  So we decided to put him to sleep so that he wouldn’t suffer any more than what he was already.  I told the vet that I didn’t want to be there when he gave him the shot.  So I left and picked up the kiddies from grandma’s and went home.  The hubby left work and stopped on his way home to get Eres’ body.    When the hubby got home he had told me that he had to wait another 30 minutes before he was able to bring his body home.  What ever happened to Eres was killing him already.  The vet said that he probably would have only lasted about another 6 – 12 hours.  Eres’ poor little body convulsed for 30 minutes after he had passed.  So what ever he had gotten a hold of was throughout his body and it wouldn’t have mattered how much money we would have had cause he was dying anyways.  With the decision that I made I was able to let him go without much pain and suffering.  He didn’t have to endure what he was going through till his body gave way.  So knowing that he was dying any way and that we just ended the suffering sooner than later made me feel better.  But I still miss my doggy! 😦  The hubby made a comment that when my little Chihuahua dies that he will probably have to bury me with him!  I have had that little guy for over 10 years!

But I just had to tell someone and what better place than here.  Now onto some fun stuff a little later! 🙂

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