Post by sessy1979 on Nov 30, 2011 20:11:01 GMT -5
I've been unable to get on regularly because of had alot keeping me busy.
But I've made it on today because I made the hardest decision of my life today.
Ringo had been doing really well on his meds ... I wouldn't say he was ever 100% himself since he was diagnosed w/ the insulinoma seven months ago, but he seemed to have a bit more energy then before. His days were filled w/ up and down moments. On his good days I would catch him bouncing around and biting at my pants legs....never but for a few minutes at a time. But I considered those his "good days". He spent the majority of his days sleeping for hours on end w/ me having to wake him for feedings. His "bad days" were the days when he'd have seizures and I'd try everything to get him to snap outta of them. I really thought I'd have more time w/ him until 3 days ago.
He started having seizure after seizure and it's like everything I would try to do wouldn't help. He refused food to a point where I was force feeding him and those weren't even helping. This has gone on for 3 days.
Today he acted very uncomfortable...crawling under everything trying to get comfortable but nothing helped. He was weak to a point where he couldn't walk on his front legs and looked as if he was literally scooting himself along on the floor. His whole body was unstable and if he did get comfortable enough to fall asleep he'd wake up an hour later and have a seizure. By this afternoon I was wrapping him up in a towel force feeding him and pleading for him to please eat just a little. But he would just look at me w/ his eyes and I could tell he felt horrible.
So after lots of tears me and my husband made the decision to take him to the vet this evening and have him put to sleep.
They took him to the back and gave him a shot in his belly, then brought him back to the room where we were. He was still awake when they laid him in my arms. I talked to him, telling him how much I loved him and that it was going to be ok. I cried as the minutes passed and watched him slowly just stop moving. It was like he went to sleep w/ his eyes opened. I held on to him for 5-10mins after he stopped moving just rubbing and kissing his sweet little head. Then the vet came in and took him from my arms to check his heart and said that he was gone.
I miss him something horrible but at the same time my heart is entirely at peace. I absolutely feel w/ everything in me that I made the right decision for him.
I will cherish every moment we got to spend together my sweet boy! We love you and will never forget what happiness you brought to our family. D.I.P. Ringo
But I've made it on today because I made the hardest decision of my life today.
Ringo had been doing really well on his meds ... I wouldn't say he was ever 100% himself since he was diagnosed w/ the insulinoma seven months ago, but he seemed to have a bit more energy then before. His days were filled w/ up and down moments. On his good days I would catch him bouncing around and biting at my pants legs....never but for a few minutes at a time. But I considered those his "good days". He spent the majority of his days sleeping for hours on end w/ me having to wake him for feedings. His "bad days" were the days when he'd have seizures and I'd try everything to get him to snap outta of them. I really thought I'd have more time w/ him until 3 days ago.
He started having seizure after seizure and it's like everything I would try to do wouldn't help. He refused food to a point where I was force feeding him and those weren't even helping. This has gone on for 3 days.
Today he acted very uncomfortable...crawling under everything trying to get comfortable but nothing helped. He was weak to a point where he couldn't walk on his front legs and looked as if he was literally scooting himself along on the floor. His whole body was unstable and if he did get comfortable enough to fall asleep he'd wake up an hour later and have a seizure. By this afternoon I was wrapping him up in a towel force feeding him and pleading for him to please eat just a little. But he would just look at me w/ his eyes and I could tell he felt horrible.
So after lots of tears me and my husband made the decision to take him to the vet this evening and have him put to sleep.
They took him to the back and gave him a shot in his belly, then brought him back to the room where we were. He was still awake when they laid him in my arms. I talked to him, telling him how much I loved him and that it was going to be ok. I cried as the minutes passed and watched him slowly just stop moving. It was like he went to sleep w/ his eyes opened. I held on to him for 5-10mins after he stopped moving just rubbing and kissing his sweet little head. Then the vet came in and took him from my arms to check his heart and said that he was gone.
I miss him something horrible but at the same time my heart is entirely at peace. I absolutely feel w/ everything in me that I made the right decision for him.
I will cherish every moment we got to spend together my sweet boy! We love you and will never forget what happiness you brought to our family. D.I.P. Ringo