Our oldest dog Tico has kidney disease. His kidneys are already failing. A visit to the vet in the fall confirmed that the odd symptoms he was having were indicative of a problem. A serious one. The kind vet said it could be weeks or months. Those are words you never want to hear. Ever.
We’ve been doing all we can to slow down the kidney failing process. His eating has been sporadic. Which means he’s a walking skeleton. For a dog who used to wake us up before the sun to be fed and then let us know when it was 5pm on the dot to be fed again; it is beyond ironic.
We’ve been giving him fluids subcutaneously on occasion to keep him hydrated. He wants to be petted and will wag his tail when you walk towards him. It has been a roller coaster of good eating/high energy days mixed with poor eating/low energy days. His quality of life has slowly dwindled.
We knew it was only a matter of time.
A matter of time when we’d have to make that dreaded decision. That oh so hard decision about whether his quality of life is good enough for him.
We don’t want him to suffer. But knowing when the “right” time is, is just one of the hardest gut wrenching things to know.
One day last week we knew. It was the day. That quality just wasn’t there for him anymore. It was obvious he needed something that we couldn’t give him. To feel better. And we knew the only way that would happen was to send him off to be with his brothers in doggie heaven.
The house is more quiet now. Which is very strange because I didn’t think of him as a loud dog. Our other two furry doggie friends know something is different.
My husband has been remembering how loyal he was and all the memories he had of him on ski trips over the years. I remember how much he cleaned himself. Relentlessly. How he had the cutest bouncing side to side gait. And the first time I met him I remember thinking he had tuxedo ears, because they were black outlined in white.
In some ways, we both feel more relaxed, knowing we don’t have to worry about him anymore. On the other hand, we’d give almost anything to have a healthy, thriving, happy Tico back.
On a lighter note, it's the first day of a new month. Saying "Bunny Bunny" might just give you good luck for this month. Try it. I've been doing it since I was 6 years old.
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