Sorry to hear that. Its so sad. My boy was off his biscuits at first and i noticed he was straining to wee alot with o ly dribbles coming out. The vet initially thought it was a urine infection so we had him antibiotics for a week. As the week went on he wasnt improving and starting to wee in th house overnight which he never did. He.was now also leaving some of his favourite chicken dinner which was unheard of. Henwas also straining to poo now too. Straining and straining with not much coming out at all. I was now very worried. I rang a specialist who said he needed to come in right away for an ultra sound. I took him in and the vet commented on his stance too which had also been a bit strange. His back legs were a bit bent looking like he was a bit crouched over. He then took him for the ultra sound. Then a hour later i got the worst phone call of my life. The vet called and said he had a large mass bearing down on his prostate which was making it hard for him to wee. His bladder was huge .He told me he suspected it was prostate cancer but would need to do further tests to confirm.He asked me.if i wanted him to investigate further as there was a slight slight chance it may have been an infection that was not clearing. I told him ti do whatever he needed to do. So he had to have his bladder emptied straight away with a cathetar and a biopsy taken of the mass. I picked him up after and we were told the results might take a few days. I took him home and he was very groggy overnight. In the morning he was a bit better.i took him back to vet for a 2nd ultra sound to see if his bladder had stayed normal size. I had seen him do a decent wee that morning so.i was feeling hopeful and he had an appetite. The ultra sound showed his bladder stayed normal size over night so i could take him home with a tramadol shot for pain relief.
I took him for a swim which he seemed to enjoy although he was a bit spaced out.He always loved the water. I think it relieved his 13 yr old joints. I was feeling positive so i took him home.gave him some bbq chicken which he moved down fast then went to sleep for a few hours. Little.did I know that was to be his last swim ,meal and comfortable swim.😢 When he woke up that evening he started running in and out of the house straining to wee and poo again. Only dribbles were coming out and he could.not defecate at all. He looked sad ,fed up and stressed. I tried giving him yoghurt and pumpkin to soften his stools but he just couldnt get anything out. He was straining for hours and eventually ran outside and vomited everywhere. It was about 10pm and all vets except emergency were shut. I rushed him into emergency as i was worried if he didnt have cancer that maybe it was a bowel blockage. They took him in and told me to go home while they gave him morphine for pain relief and then xrayed him.to check what was going on now.
I returned to get him.as early.as i was allowed and he looked so sad and uncomfortable. The vet said his bladder was huge and they had had to drain it again but could after getting a fair amount out it still looked big. She too said it looked like he had a dangerous mass.on his prostate. I put him in the car to drive him back to my normal vet and then i got a phone call with his test results. It was cancer. I burst into tears and realised that this was it for him. The vet told me his bladder would continue to overfill and even though he didnt have any poo blockages it would feel like he constatntly needed to go due to the tumour pressing on his bladder and bowel.
She said i would have to keep having his bladder emptied every few days or get risky stent surgery which would probably not buy him much more time and may not work and also may cause incontinence. But the stents would not help issues with his bowel. So i made.the hasty decision to ge t a vet to come.to the house to have him put to rest before it got worse. I knew he hated staying at the vets without me and this would be his life from now on if I went ahead with stent surgery. I would have constantly worried about his levels of pain and the vet said there was a good chance it may have already started to spread to his spine due to the look of his bent back legs and poor gait.
I tried to offer him his fav ourite treat a soft serve on the way home as a last treat but he had 2 licks and looked at me with his sad eyes as if to say 'i cant anymore'. I took him home while.we waited for the vet and he just paced from room to room panting and wouldnt sit down and settle. His poor bum.looked red and sore from the enema the vet gave him in emergency the night before.
When the vet finally turned up he flopped down on the bed as if he knew why she was there and was accepting of what was about to happen. She sedated him and he fell.asleep with his head on my lapsnoring loudly. He was in a deep sleep and thats when the vet gave the final needle. H equietly and peacefully slipped away with his beautiful head snoring on my lap and his bladder released as soon as he was gone. All of that urine that he couldnt get out now just left his body along with his soul. I was devastated but glad the procedure went well. Now im just tormented by the fact that it all happened so fast and i dont know why i didnt go into the vet to discuss the surgery option further. I was just so worried all the vets would close up again for the day and he would be rushed back to emergency with the same symptoms.as they had not been able to help him the l night before. Im.worried i made a decisuon based on how stressed he was that morning pacing and panting but now im.scared he was just like that because of the pain relief they gave him, or the enema or maybe he heard me talking about putting him.to rest and he was freaking out! it sounds silly but i feel like he understood me and knew he wasnt well. I wish i had taken a breath and investigated all.options properly before i let him.go. He.may still be here today. It would not have saved him but it may have worked and bought him more time.
Its been 4mnths and it torments me every day. I get upset thinking about it every day. Wa she scared, did he know he was going that day. Would he have got better with stent surgery? Im.sorry for the novel but this is what i thi k about every day. Its hard to thinknof the good times with his last week over shadowing it all. I hate that i didnt pick.up.on it earlier. Maybe he was in pain for a long time. I wish i knew.
I just wanted to hear what other people had been through and how they handled it. It seems as though its not very common. I just didnt think that this is how id lose him. I thought he would just slow.down and become.so arthritic and tired that he wouldnt be able to get himself around. That would have been stressful and sad too but perhaps not so traumatic. I just miss him so much. I hope i did the right thing for him. Thanks for taking time to listen and to write to me.