My Golden Retriever, Nitro, died yesterday. He would have been 11 years old in January.
Nitro had been throwing up two weeks ago for a day, so I brought him to the vet. I was sent him with some antibiotics and told to give that to him for 10 days. Nitro wasn't interested in eating his dogs food, but would still eat his snacks and the food we were eating. On Thursday (the end of the 10 days of antibiotics), he didn't want to eat. We hand fed him some tuna, bread and steak. We noticed he was looking a bit wobbly. His back legs didn't want to hold him up.
Friday my husband called the vet and we got him an appointment. I brought him in at 2 pm. They took some samples of blood and said that he was anemic and his liver functions weren't good. They said it didn't seem like there was something seriously wrong because when they pressed on his abdomen, there wasn't a painful reaction. They said it could be something that some IV drugs and steroids could take care of and asked me if I wanted to live him in over the weekend.
As I was leaving him there, I cried. The last image I have of Nitro was the Vet's assistant holding his leash and pulling him away from me. He wanted to go home with me and I left as fast as I could so the separation anxiety wouldn't be as bad. The entire time he was getting examined, I petted him. I told him what good puppy he was. I am so thankful I had that hour with him. I left him about 3 pm.
I got a call at 8:36 AM on Saturday that Nitro had passed overnight. I asked him, "Did you just say Nitro died?" He affirmed that is what happened. My husband and I were driving to watch my son's first football game. We told the vet that we would pick his body up when we got back into town. My husband and I agreed that we wouldn't tell our son until after his football game, because he wouldn't want to play if he knew before hand.
Nitro was sick for about 12 days. I didn't think it would be a life ending illness, but I am glad he didn't have to suffer long. I miss our dog. I haven't cried as much today as I did on Friday and Saturday, but it is still shocking.
Part of me thinks that Nitro was staying alive to make us happy. The vet said within an hour of me leaving, he went downhill fast. He wasn't responding by 5 pm. They estimate that he died about 4:30 AM on Saturday.
I am thankful that I knew Nitro in this lifetime. I fully believe he will be waiting for my family in Heaven.