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Aug. 9th, 2010 09:04 pmOur youngest dog Max had to be put down last night.
She contracted parvo.
She spent Saturday vomiting and such. Early Sunday morning I took her to the emergency vet, because whe wasn't getting any better.
They gave her everything...plasma, vitamins, dextrose, tons of tests.
Around 11:30 last night they called me and told me that she wasn't responding to treatment, they had gotten her blood sugar back into normal range but she was no longer breathing right and they didn't expect her to make it, and she was in a lot of pain.
We went to get her this morning and brought her home to bury her.
The boys, of course were hit hard but asked that we find another dog quickly...so this afternoon we visited the humane society to see if they even had a dog small enough for us.
The answer was yes.
They had a female Jack Russel mix stray that they were calling "littlefoot" She is much calmer than Max was, but seems to have taken to us quickly.
Beast (our oldest dog, a chihuahua) spent her first few hours barking at her occasionally, while she basically tried to follow him around wagging her tail.
Right now she is sleeping next to me here on the couch.
We have had a rollercoaster day, and I expect that I'll be dealing with occasional sadness fits from the boys (and myself I suppose) for a while yet. Littlefoot (name may change, but I doubt it) will certainly lessen those but...
She contracted parvo.
She spent Saturday vomiting and such. Early Sunday morning I took her to the emergency vet, because whe wasn't getting any better.
They gave her everything...plasma, vitamins, dextrose, tons of tests.
Around 11:30 last night they called me and told me that she wasn't responding to treatment, they had gotten her blood sugar back into normal range but she was no longer breathing right and they didn't expect her to make it, and she was in a lot of pain.
We went to get her this morning and brought her home to bury her.
The boys, of course were hit hard but asked that we find another dog quickly...so this afternoon we visited the humane society to see if they even had a dog small enough for us.
The answer was yes.
They had a female Jack Russel mix stray that they were calling "littlefoot" She is much calmer than Max was, but seems to have taken to us quickly.
Beast (our oldest dog, a chihuahua) spent her first few hours barking at her occasionally, while she basically tried to follow him around wagging her tail.
Right now she is sleeping next to me here on the couch.
We have had a rollercoaster day, and I expect that I'll be dealing with occasional sadness fits from the boys (and myself I suppose) for a while yet. Littlefoot (name may change, but I doubt it) will certainly lessen those but...