Hi everyone, I know there are a few of us on here who have lost dogs recently - in some ways this is not a post for the doghouse but in others its the only place I could post. I am truly scared of the grief I am going through and I wonder if its not just grief. I'm in my 50s, 2 DDs, H and I bit up and down to say the least but he's been very supportive. My life hasn't been without loss - mum died when I was 13, best friend died last year, others in-between, but my dog dying has hit me like nothing ever before.
Just to recap, my dog was only just 5 and had on/off diahorrea for months, literally he'd have to poo every hour throughout the night sometimes, other times it was just now and again. So after trying some drugs and allergy tests, the vet assured us that an exploratory operation - an FTB - full thickness biopsy - was best. We held off for weeks and weeks thinking it was too risky, we found research on the internet saying as much, but also lots of vets saying it was a gold standard for diagnosis. Anyway, he had it done on 11 Feb, he was seriously ill afterwards, developed necrotising pancreatitis, his life hung in the balance for a week or so then he pulled through. He came home having to live on formula food and a cocktail of drugs - initially we both did well with the regime, then after about 10 days he stopped eating and then it all went down hill. I can't write any more aside from to say the vet wanted to try lots of other things but I knew my dog had had enough. There is some inference from the vet that he was PTS as we gave up on the dog - I was certainly crap with giving the tablets and feeding the formula - but I feel very ambiguous about the vet now, he seemed to change his opinion several times a day. We also owe the vet nearly £2k which we don't have and when I spoke to the surgery last week they were really off with me.
I think the way in which my boy died, the uncertainty and the awful experience he went through first, have all contributed but now I feel utterly unable to cope (I do have a cold and am taking a/bios for UTI as but not sure how much I can blame that). I'm experiencing grinding panic attacks when I feel my head will explode, I can't sleep, in fact being in our bedroom where I used to snuggle with our dog makes me worse. I am sick and dizzy all the time, even looking down to type this is triggering it. I am struggling not to cry, and when I do break down that doesn't "relieve" it - if anything its worse. There is no respite from this exhausting round of fear and crap. Immediately after he died I was in a state but not like this, this seems to have built up over the last week. A couple of people have said to me its like losing a child, I am not completely without sense or insight and I know full well that's not true, but it does seem to be a bereavement all of its own and that's why I am posting here rather than in mental health. I think I need to see GP, but in the meantime would anyone be willing to share their experience? I assume mine is not the "norm"?
BTW If I hadn't had mumsnet whilst all this was going on, I don't know how I would have coped.