My loving, beautiful 12 year old boy Reg died on Saturday. I cant stop crying. He'd been unwell for a few months with hyperthyroidism. Meds were not really doing anything for his condition so at his vet appointment about 10 days ago I said I wanted him to have his thyroid removed.
The vet wanted him to try another medication for 2 weeks to try to stabilise his condition, then he was to have a heart scan with the cardiologist to rule out any heart disease first. He only made it to day 5 on the meds when his breathing became laboured. I rushed him to the vet where he was put in an oxygen tank, further tests revealed fluid build up which was drained and his breathing eased a little. An hour later he deteriorated and died suddenly. I'm utterly heartbroken. Feel so much guilt that he died in this way at the vets and not peacefully at home with me.
My 20 yr old Ds who doesn't leave the house or have any friends due to mental health, is struggling more than I am and it's destroying me. They were best friends.
My baby is now at the chapel of rest, we have a wonderful pet cemetery nearby, and they will take his paw prints and a lock of hair before cremation.
I don't know why I'm posting, I just need to get it out. Thank you for reading