So, over the last week and a half or so, my dog got increasingly ill. He just stopped eating one day, but continued to vomit daily. We took him to the vets, and were told that he had high levels of toxin in his kidneys, causing them to fail. So, we left him at the veterinary hospital for two nights, hooked up to an IV pump to try and flush the toxins out. Well, it didn't work, and on Saturday we were told that there wasn't any hope of curing him.
So we took him home for the weekend, and attempted to spoil him, but he was still not eating (our dog loved to eat). Then, today at 3:30, my mother and sister took him back to the vet's, where he was put down.
Why am I typing all this? I don't know. I just know that I'll no longer have anybody waiting for me when I get home after school, nobody to come running to the kitchen when I start making a sandwich, and nobody to bark over and over until he got to go outside at 12 at night. I keep looking over my shoulder, into the hall at his favourite place to sleep, hoping he'll be there, but he isn't.
So we took him home for the weekend, and attempted to spoil him, but he was still not eating (our dog loved to eat). Then, today at 3:30, my mother and sister took him back to the vet's, where he was put down.
Why am I typing all this? I don't know. I just know that I'll no longer have anybody waiting for me when I get home after school, nobody to come running to the kitchen when I start making a sandwich, and nobody to bark over and over until he got to go outside at 12 at night. I keep looking over my shoulder, into the hall at his favourite place to sleep, hoping he'll be there, but he isn't.