Post by jenna on Dec 12, 2010 9:40:13 GMT
Isa, my beautiful inuit, passed away this week.
On Monday she was her usual happy, lively, bubbly self. Monday afternoon she collapsed in the field. I took her straight to the vets, who kept her in for tests. In the afternoon they rang me to say she had liver failure. They kept her in over night for more tests to see how bad it was and to try and find out what caused it - I was, of course, concerned that she'd eaten something in the field which might affect the horses and other dogs.
They rang me the following morning to say that the tests had shown she was in complete liver failure, and over night she'd also started to show neurological damage from the overload of toxins in her system.
I went straight in to see her, but she wasn't really 'there' any more. She focussed on me a couple of times, and I hope she knew I was there, but there wasn't really any decision to make.
I spent a while cuddling her, and she then passed away in my arms at 10.30 on Tuesday morning.
The vet did an autopsy, and it turns out her liver was very small and fibrotic. Coupled with the fact that she only had one kidney, the vet thinks it was congenital and she was never completely healthy.
She was with me from 9 weeks old:
Grew like a weed:
Into a beautiful, beautiful girl
She was only four and a half years old.
She saw me through some really tough times, including my marriage breakup. There were times when, if she hadn't been there, I'm not sure if I could have carried on.
She was with me every day, all day. I spent more time with that dog than I do with my children!
I never really knew the meaning of 'heartbreak' until this week. The pain is physical - sometimes I just have to stop and catch my breath because it hurts so much.
Run free, wonderful girl - wait for me on Rainbow Bridge xx
On Monday she was her usual happy, lively, bubbly self. Monday afternoon she collapsed in the field. I took her straight to the vets, who kept her in for tests. In the afternoon they rang me to say she had liver failure. They kept her in over night for more tests to see how bad it was and to try and find out what caused it - I was, of course, concerned that she'd eaten something in the field which might affect the horses and other dogs.
They rang me the following morning to say that the tests had shown she was in complete liver failure, and over night she'd also started to show neurological damage from the overload of toxins in her system.
I went straight in to see her, but she wasn't really 'there' any more. She focussed on me a couple of times, and I hope she knew I was there, but there wasn't really any decision to make.
I spent a while cuddling her, and she then passed away in my arms at 10.30 on Tuesday morning.
The vet did an autopsy, and it turns out her liver was very small and fibrotic. Coupled with the fact that she only had one kidney, the vet thinks it was congenital and she was never completely healthy.
She was with me from 9 weeks old:
Grew like a weed:
Into a beautiful, beautiful girl
She was only four and a half years old.
She saw me through some really tough times, including my marriage breakup. There were times when, if she hadn't been there, I'm not sure if I could have carried on.
She was with me every day, all day. I spent more time with that dog than I do with my children!
I never really knew the meaning of 'heartbreak' until this week. The pain is physical - sometimes I just have to stop and catch my breath because it hurts so much.
Run free, wonderful girl - wait for me on Rainbow Bridge xx
