Said goodbye to my foster dog
I foster for a Golden Retriever rescue. I brought into my house and heart a 10 year old male who had been abused probably all his life. He was heartworm positive, not neutered, severe arthritis in his hips, a tumor in one eye, the other eye socket crushed from an old blunt force injury, and last fall a sonogram revealed a 2 mm spot on his spleen. He was picked up as a stray that no one claimed. He was with me for 5 months, and last night he became lethargic, vomiting, and diarrhea. At the university teaching hospital it was revealed that the tumor had grown to 10 mm, and his red blood cell count was dropping. His abdomen had fluid- that tumor was taking his life, and with the heartwworm disease and heart damage it caused, he was not a candidate for surgery.
Tonight I rubbed his belly (he never had belly rubs until I taught him how good they felt!) and petted his head until he took his last breath. His last months of his life with me were his best. He knew love and caring finally.
Tonight I rubbed his belly (he never had belly rubs until I taught him how good they felt!) and petted his head until he took his last breath. His last months of his life with me were his best. He knew love and caring finally.
