crimsondragon
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- Dec 17, 2006
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East Brunswick,
New Jersey
It was a gorgeous day. Everything seemed great. My dog has been whining for a week now day and night for some reason however. Took him to the vet last Saturday because I thought his leg hurt which was not the case. It got worst and he stopped eating which drew great concern for us since my dog loves to eat.
So I took him to the vet and just waited. Massaged him, rubbed him all over, trying to comfort him since he hates the vet. We were called him and the doctor inspected him again. Checked his prostate, temperature, then drew blood for examination. I comforted him some more while waiting with my mom for the results.
The doctor came in, closed the rear door and the front door. Then she gave us the results. "Unfortunately Max has kidney failure. The test results show 85% damage. There is no way I can get the numbers back to normal but I do want to leave him at the hospital to get some fluids back in because he's dehydrated and then send him home to enjoy the 3 months to 1 year but that's pushing it."
At that point it hit me like fuel cut and I was just in utter shock. Then the tears slowly came and with it my hand covering my mouth to stifle the hyperventilation I was having. To think, on this day, exactly 1 month from his birthday, my best friend is diagnosed with kidney failure and he has a time limit on him. I honestly feel helpless.
I asked her if there was any way to foresee something like this. I felt partially responsible. I felt like I should have taken him to the vet more. More checkups. Maybe I could have caught the problem before it became one. She said no since dogs don't show sickness until they're very sick. I don't believe her one bit. I still feel guilty.
I left him in the hospital for treatment of dehydration and ease his pain. I cried a river. I drove to my friend's house for a meet only to spill motor oil all over the carpet. I instead hung out with one of my best g/fs. She knew what I was going through and kept me sane. We hung out at the park and laid in the grass, enjoying the sunset. But I couldn't help feeling that I wish my dog was with me enjoying it with us as well.
I have already started working on taking him places. I took him to Pt Pleasant beach last Tues. Originally it was me and some other girl but he insisted to ride with us in the DSM. I think he loves it. Pt Pleasant unfortunately does not let dogs onto the boardwalk or beach which is dumb but we did manage to snag into a bay area which had sand and water where the fishermen hung out. I think afterwards, he was satisfied to feel the sand beneath his paws again and see the vast ocean.
And here I am still sobbing every now and then, talking with my friend and apologizing for not going to the meet and explaining my situation. I gotta do whatever it takes to make it the best summer ever for my best friend.
So I took him to the vet and just waited. Massaged him, rubbed him all over, trying to comfort him since he hates the vet. We were called him and the doctor inspected him again. Checked his prostate, temperature, then drew blood for examination. I comforted him some more while waiting with my mom for the results.
The doctor came in, closed the rear door and the front door. Then she gave us the results. "Unfortunately Max has kidney failure. The test results show 85% damage. There is no way I can get the numbers back to normal but I do want to leave him at the hospital to get some fluids back in because he's dehydrated and then send him home to enjoy the 3 months to 1 year but that's pushing it."
At that point it hit me like fuel cut and I was just in utter shock. Then the tears slowly came and with it my hand covering my mouth to stifle the hyperventilation I was having. To think, on this day, exactly 1 month from his birthday, my best friend is diagnosed with kidney failure and he has a time limit on him. I honestly feel helpless.
I asked her if there was any way to foresee something like this. I felt partially responsible. I felt like I should have taken him to the vet more. More checkups. Maybe I could have caught the problem before it became one. She said no since dogs don't show sickness until they're very sick. I don't believe her one bit. I still feel guilty.
I left him in the hospital for treatment of dehydration and ease his pain. I cried a river. I drove to my friend's house for a meet only to spill motor oil all over the carpet. I instead hung out with one of my best g/fs. She knew what I was going through and kept me sane. We hung out at the park and laid in the grass, enjoying the sunset. But I couldn't help feeling that I wish my dog was with me enjoying it with us as well.
I have already started working on taking him places. I took him to Pt Pleasant beach last Tues. Originally it was me and some other girl but he insisted to ride with us in the DSM. I think he loves it. Pt Pleasant unfortunately does not let dogs onto the boardwalk or beach which is dumb but we did manage to snag into a bay area which had sand and water where the fishermen hung out. I think afterwards, he was satisfied to feel the sand beneath his paws again and see the vast ocean.
And here I am still sobbing every now and then, talking with my friend and apologizing for not going to the meet and explaining my situation. I gotta do whatever it takes to make it the best summer ever for my best friend.








