My dog died today. She would be 13 this week and we think she had a stroke. My Ds 9.10 is taking it very hard. Mollie is still in the dining room as I couldn't did her a grave, I just don't have the energy as my ME is quite bad right now, so I'll have to find the money to have her cremated and take her to the vet tomorrow.
We had some weird stuff happen a bit before and during her passing.
My Ds was staying at his Grand parents for the weekend and before they knew about the dog, my dad was saying that he and Ds smelled the smell of wet dog, which was amazingly strong on Ds at about 9.30 last night, keep in mind that this is in a different house where there are no animals. We think that was when Mollie started to fade, though we didn't realise as she's always been a lazy girl that loved her bed. Anyway, at about 12 midnight Dp went to let her out in the garden for a wee and he called me through. She looked lethargic, but otherwise ok, except that her hind legs were damp. I got her out of bed and her bedding was wet, but not smelling uriney(no idea), so I changed her bedding and we kept an eye on her and at just before 2 am, when going to bed, she was obviously not herself, so I resolved to get up early and see how she was and then go to emergency vet if necessary. Part of me(deep down)knew it could be the end though as her breathing was quite shallow. I really wish I'd sat with her so she wasn't alone though...that's my biggest regret.
Dd was asleep but at around 2.20/2.30 she woke up and even after feeding wouldn't calm down or go back in her cot, she was quite hysterical, so I took her downstairs...remember, we'd not even left Mollie for an hour at this point. I checked on her and she was gone. Rigour had already set in! I was shocked and stunned. I'm very sad about it all...she was such a gentle soul.
Ds apparently had smelled the wet dog smell again this morning and I didn't tell him about Mollie until about 18.30 this evening, so I'd like to think that Mollie had said her goodbyes to Ds when she knew she was going and to Dd as she went. Dd just loved her so much, used to run in to see her first thing in the morning and when we came home etc shouting ' ooof, ooof!!' it was so lovely. Funny thing was, she didn't do it either this morning or when we came back from mums this evening. Spooky.
Hope nobody minds we just talking about this, I do feel alone with it right now and Dp has returned to work...Glad he was here though at the time.
Thank you for ' listening'.