Our 11 year old choccy lab has been ill for a few months with a cough. We tried antibiotics and anti inflammatories, which helped for a while. But, the cough came back and following a blood test, the vet said he’d got pancreatitis
We altered his food to brown rice, chicken and veg, which was definitely helping his tummy. And we could tell the difference when he still had his meat and biscuits at lunchtime (stinky Labrador trumps)
yesterday, he was lying by the front door and he just suddenly jumped up and started veering to the right with his head tilted too and looked terrified. Dh phoned the vet who said to fetch him in asap. The vets was only a 5 minute drive away but when we got there, it was like he’d gone like a rag doll and he almost flopped out of the car when dh opened the door.
the vet we saw tried to offer him a biscuit and he took it, but it just flopped out of his mouth. myself and dh had already agreed previously when he was younger and after seeing relatives dogs go through prolonged painful treatment, that if he went off his food it would be kinder to let him go. She kept suggesting different types of treatment, almost as if she thought we were just taking the easy option in deciding to have him put to sleep. But, the moment the nurse came in to help put his catheter in and tried to offer him a biscuit too and it flopped out of his mouth again, she said we’d made the right decision. It was so quick, not even 10 seconds after the first bit of injection went in, his eyes rolled and he was gone
We got him back in 2012 when we didn’t think we could have children. Our dd8 (suspected autistic) is seriously struggling and can’t process her emotions because of the suddenness of it all. She’s so angry and keeps kicking and hitting out . Not at us, but at inanimate objects.
I feel so lost. He was my baby. The first time we met him, he fit in my hands and fell asleep snuggled up on my chest. And the picture was taken a couple of weekends ago. I couldn’t face going home to an empty house and had to get out somewhere for a bit to pull myself together. I want to be strong for dd, but I keep bursting into tears at random stuff, like how he never barked, apart from when he was dreaming, or how he loved to munch on carrots. He was the best dog we could have hoped for, so good, so good with dd, it just feels so wrong 😢