Last week I wrote a post about my dog Princeton. I took him to the vet to have dental work done and his blood test came back that he had a damaged liver and damaged kidneys. The dental surgery would be risky because of the anethesia. Because he also had an infection showing in his blood work, I asked the vet to go ahead with the surgery. I felt that if he survived the surgery then he would then be doing much better having had his bad teeth (possibly infected teeth) taken out.
There is good news and bad news. Is doing somewhat better with the bad teeth taken out. But the bad news is, he is starting to get very confused. That is breaking my heart.
He has a follow up appointment this afternoon with the vet. I'm not sure what he is going to tell me. In other words, I'm not sure how much longer I will have my sweet Princeton.
Those of us who have pets know they are part of our family. My pets are my “fur children”. When they get old and their quality of life becomes greatly decreased, we must make tough decisions.
Several of my family members allowed their pets to suffer extensively before having them put down. I kept telling my mom her dog was really suffering and she refused to believe me because she didn't appear to be suffering to her. It was so sad and difficult for me to watch. Animals don't show their suffering in the way we humans do. For us to watch for signs of “human suffering” in our pets to determine whether they are suffering or not, is mindless and cruel. And I refuse to do that with my pets.
My sweet Princeton was an adult dog when I found him at the animal shelter eleven years ago. He was extremely emaciated, sick with a respiratory infection, and had to be left at the veternarians overnight with an IV drip. After that, he blossomed into one of the best dogs I have ever had.
Princeton is my “velcro” dog. He wants to be “attached” to me wherever I am (lying next to me where he is touching me or right by my side wherever I go). And, he mourns when I am not with him.
He loves loves loves treats and food, and in that order. He loves going with me when I drive somewhere so he can stick his head out of the window. His ears are flying in the wind and I am sure the scene is very comical to other drivers.
Hopefully, this is not me writing his eulogy. Something tells me that is very likely. If that is true, then it is better for me to write it now rather than later. Otherwise, I would not be able to do so.