Another great one gone
Tuesday night I fed the pack their dinner and everything was normal. Pippin was prancing about, ate his dinner with great enthusiasm, and was acting perfectly normal. When I called him in at bedtime, he didn't come. Finally we found him, standing still, clearly in agonizing pain.
We sat with him through the night, ready to take him to E-vet if it looked like he was bloating. Yesterday morning DH took him to our regular vet, and the news wasn't good. Imaging revealed a mass easily 5 inches in diameter, wrapped around his spleen, constricting his intestines, and pushing on his heart. So sudden and out of nowhere.
The first words out of my mouth, in the darkened X-ray room, as the reality of the situation hit me, were "you're supposed to get more than 10 years."
We said our goodbyes and Pippin's last moments were in the arms of the people who loved him.
Hold your pups a little tighter...you never know if you will get another chance.
We sat with him through the night, ready to take him to E-vet if it looked like he was bloating. Yesterday morning DH took him to our regular vet, and the news wasn't good. Imaging revealed a mass easily 5 inches in diameter, wrapped around his spleen, constricting his intestines, and pushing on his heart. So sudden and out of nowhere.
The first words out of my mouth, in the darkened X-ray room, as the reality of the situation hit me, were "you're supposed to get more than 10 years."
We said our goodbyes and Pippin's last moments were in the arms of the people who loved him.
Hold your pups a little tighter...you never know if you will get another chance.
