I really don't know why I'm typing this, probably to help me deal with my grief.
My basset cross Titi died this morning at 9am. He'd been ill these last 10 days, tiring quickly and looking worn and sad. The vet said his hormones were screwed because of an enlarged heart (cause/effect, I dunno). He had 2 litres of fluid drained from his abdomen yesterday, a blood test and another xray. Vet then said it was liver or spleen cancer. Yesterday afternoon, he went downhill rapidly. No strength to walk, couldn't sit comfortably. We found an old feather sofa cushion for him to lay on and I stayed up with him last night. I didn't think he'd make it through the night but he did. He died trying to stand; maybe his heart couldn't take the strain.
I buried him under an apple tree and said my farewells. My wife and I then took our other dog for a walk, as she's been getting little attention lately.
Titi (Titan to give him his full name, Titi is the French diminutive) was 13, we got him from the dog home (SPA) 9 months ago. He lived a happy 9 months with us; could roam around the garden as he pleased and got to walk regularly with us in the tracks and lanes around here. He bounded about exuberantly, belying his age. He'd come up to me and growl at me when he wanted some fuss, lollop across the lawn to the house for dinner, hop one front foot to the other when a biscuit was in the offering. There was a character in him that quickly changed and evolved from those first few uncertain days after we got him. The smelly little bugger won me over completely and I shall miss him. Miss him more than I ever realised was possible.
My basset cross Titi died this morning at 9am. He'd been ill these last 10 days, tiring quickly and looking worn and sad. The vet said his hormones were screwed because of an enlarged heart (cause/effect, I dunno). He had 2 litres of fluid drained from his abdomen yesterday, a blood test and another xray. Vet then said it was liver or spleen cancer. Yesterday afternoon, he went downhill rapidly. No strength to walk, couldn't sit comfortably. We found an old feather sofa cushion for him to lay on and I stayed up with him last night. I didn't think he'd make it through the night but he did. He died trying to stand; maybe his heart couldn't take the strain.
I buried him under an apple tree and said my farewells. My wife and I then took our other dog for a walk, as she's been getting little attention lately.
Titi (Titan to give him his full name, Titi is the French diminutive) was 13, we got him from the dog home (SPA) 9 months ago. He lived a happy 9 months with us; could roam around the garden as he pleased and got to walk regularly with us in the tracks and lanes around here. He bounded about exuberantly, belying his age. He'd come up to me and growl at me when he wanted some fuss, lollop across the lawn to the house for dinner, hop one front foot to the other when a biscuit was in the offering. There was a character in him that quickly changed and evolved from those first few uncertain days after we got him. The smelly little bugger won me over completely and I shall miss him. Miss him more than I ever realised was possible.
