I started writing this post when the vet called. My littlest but oldest dog is in the hospital. He has been for a couple of days now. He is just deteriorating. Not eating or drinking. We can’t really tell what’s wrong. A bug? The little tumor he has on his gallbladder? The medicine for dementia he was prescribed a couple of weeks ago?
It feels wrong that he is there. Little Sheeba. Deaf and probably confused. He should be in my arms.
The vet says they’re giving him 24 hours but after that they’re giving up. He is old and thin, it’s cruel to just let him suffer.
How does one deal with the death of a pet? I have had it happened before but it’s such a shock. I don’t know what to do now. We got him when I was 16, he has been a part of my life for so long.
I hate the thought of him being somewhere I can’t get to. Where he can’t get to me. To us.
Maybe he will miraculously get better and come home tomorrow. Stranger things have happened right? Right?