Taff
Well-known member
Just wanted to write something about my little dog.
This past week, starting Monday, she has been so sick (throwing up etc) so I took her to my vet.
Thought it was just an upset tummy. As the week progressed I tried my very best to get her to eat, even changing her food, but all of this week was spent in and out of the animal hospital.
She was so special to me, as FiFi came part of the divorce package ,as the ex could not be bothered to look after her, this after I got FiFi for the ex when I was working abroad.
So, this Friday off we go to the emergency animal hospital to get an ultra sound done on the doogie. The Doctor found a "small" restriction in an area near her stomach. My vet advised me that I had two options, operate or put her down. Of course I wanted to give her a fighting chance to see if this was something that was an easy fix.
At about 8pm I received a call from the Doctor informing me that in fact little FiFi was very sick with cancer down near an area of the stomach, much larger than the ultra sound had let them to believe. Coupled with the fact that the "old girls" heart was "faltering" during the procedure, so I gave them my permission to gently put her to rest.
FiFi was 12 human years old when she died, and all of this took less than two weeks to bring her from what I deemed to be a fit and healthy dog, to a gravely sick one. My little daughter will also miss this little "mutt" very much.
RIP FiFi (at least you wont be chasing anymore UPS drivers down the path).
Thanks for taking the time to read this.
Keep safe out there.
This past week, starting Monday, she has been so sick (throwing up etc) so I took her to my vet.
Thought it was just an upset tummy. As the week progressed I tried my very best to get her to eat, even changing her food, but all of this week was spent in and out of the animal hospital.
She was so special to me, as FiFi came part of the divorce package ,as the ex could not be bothered to look after her, this after I got FiFi for the ex when I was working abroad.
So, this Friday off we go to the emergency animal hospital to get an ultra sound done on the doogie. The Doctor found a "small" restriction in an area near her stomach. My vet advised me that I had two options, operate or put her down. Of course I wanted to give her a fighting chance to see if this was something that was an easy fix.
At about 8pm I received a call from the Doctor informing me that in fact little FiFi was very sick with cancer down near an area of the stomach, much larger than the ultra sound had let them to believe. Coupled with the fact that the "old girls" heart was "faltering" during the procedure, so I gave them my permission to gently put her to rest.
FiFi was 12 human years old when she died, and all of this took less than two weeks to bring her from what I deemed to be a fit and healthy dog, to a gravely sick one. My little daughter will also miss this little "mutt" very much.
RIP FiFi (at least you wont be chasing anymore UPS drivers down the path).
Thanks for taking the time to read this.
Keep safe out there.