Our hearts are heavy tonight as we mourn the loss of Daisy, our beloved Dalmation. Daisy spent her last night on this earth at the vet’s office hooked up to an IV machine. Our hope was that the hydration would flush out her system and she would feel better.
When we called the vet’s office this morning she told us that Daisy had gotten worse. She had no interest in food, was having trouble standing and was very low energy. An x-ray showed a baseball sized mass in her stomach.
Daisy had a lot going wrong with her. In addition to the stomach mass, which was most likely cancer, her liver was failing. She was losing strength in her back legs and had difficulty standing. In her final days we had trouble getting her to eat. I suppose with a baseball size mass in your stomach, no one would be real hungry.
I was hoping that we could keep Daisy around for as long as possible. After her diagnoses a year and a half ago with cirrhosis of the liver, she bounced back amazingly. Our vet even called her a miracle dog. As late as June 20, when she was at her last vet appointment for her annual checkup, the vet could not believe how well she was doing when all the diagnostic numbers showed her liver was in failure.
When her back legs started giving out on her, we were encouraged to walk her to build up strength. We went on short walks but Daisy would tire quickly.
Tony and I began to realize in recent weeks that we might have to soon make a decision on euthanization. Tony didn’t want her to deteriorate to the point where she couldn’t do anything. I didn’t want to put her to sleep when I still saw excitement in her eyes and her tail wagged.
But a few days ago when she stopped eating I had to face the inevitable. I called the vet and we took her in Thursday morning. We went to the vet’s office this morning, where Daisy was laying on a floor with a blanket over her. She looked at us and her tail wagged. We layed down beside her talked to her. Tony reminded her of all the happy times he had with her. He said a prayer in her ear, thanking God for bringing her into our lives.
We asked the vet to give her a sedative beforehand. A few minutes after the sedative was injected into her IV, she laid her head down on her paws stretched out in front of her. She stared ahead and it appeared that life was slowly seeping from her. The vet soon came and gave her the final shot. There was no reaction whatsoever and no movement in her body. The only difference was that she was no longer breathing.
We still have our two smaller dogs. I don’t know if they have noticed that Daisy isn’t around. Dottie and Daisy didn’t get along too well, so maybe Dottie is happy not to see Daisy. But I think they probably are wondering where she is.
So now the task is to put away Daisy’s things. I picked up her dog bowl today to wash for the last time and felt a lump in my throat. I look at her last can of dog food and wonder what to do with it. She still has several month’s worth of heartworm and flee and tick preventative. Her dog bed remains beside our bed, I’m sure soon to be picked and and put away.
Already our household seems incomplete. It’s strange. I keep imagining that Daisy will walk into the room at any time. But it’s not to be. Daisy is gone from hour household but will remain in our hearts.