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December 14, 2002

After another rough night for Esme at emergency it seemed like none of the drugs were really helping her. The only time she was calm was when she was completely dosed on valium. And even the valium was affecting her in non-normal ways. The vet thought this was probably a sign of liver problems. And she was basically having seizures any time the drugs would wear off.

I went and spent about 45 minutes with her this morning, talking to her and letting her drool on me and try to chew on my hands. :)

But it was time to let her go. I think that she had a good few months with me and hopefully that made it easier for her. Thank you all for your support through this. It was a very hard thing to do. I hope she's more peaceful now. She was the sweetest dog when her brain wasn't over-riding things with seizures.

Give your furry beasts hugs and kisses.

Near this spot are deposited the remains of one who possessed Beauty without Vanity, Strength without Insolence, Courage without Ferocity, and all the Virtues of Man without his Vices. This praise, which would be unmeaning Flattery, if inscribed over human ashes, is but a just Tribute to the Memory of Esme, a Dog.

-- paraphrased from John Cam Hobhouse

Posted by rosebaby at December 14, 2002 12:45 PM

 

Comments

I'm sorry. Shes in a better place now.

Posted by: Blaine Hilton on December 14, 2002 01:36 PM

It sounds like you did the only thing that you could. My heart goes out to you.

Posted by: terra on December 14, 2002 02:06 PM

I am so sorry for your loss. Esme was lucky to have such a caring and loving person caring for her all this time. Take Care.

Posted by: Luna on December 16, 2002 08:53 AM

So sorry.

Posted by: michael on December 16, 2002 01:05 PM

condolences, that you could not bend fate to your will in this matter.

sometimes the power feels deceptively faint.

Posted by: swansong on December 24, 2002 05:36 PM

Today I lost my best friend. Beau has been my faithful friend and companion for 13 years. Beau is a black and silver miniature poodle. It's so lonely when I come home from work and he's no longer here to greet me. Everywhere I look and everything I do brings back some memory of him. This has thrown me into such a depression. I'm relieved to see that I'm not alone in feeling the way I do. I'm so sorry for anyone who's lost a treasured pet.

Posted by: C.J. on February 26, 2003 07:11 AM