We rescued an 11 year old female chihuahua last year. She was placed in a shelter due to her age.
We quickly fell in love with her and renamed her Sassy. She lived up to her name. Although overweight, she was spunky, demanding, and a little diva.
The weekend of July 4th we noticed she wasn’t herself. She wasn’t in distress, just more quiet than usual. Then she began to have accidents around the house was was not her normal.
took her to the vet where she was diabetes with diabetes and a bad UTI. They sent us home Tuesday with antibiotics and insulin. They also gave us instructions n how to administer her insulin. Since she wasn’t eating, they said no insulin until she eats.
Wednesday still not eating. Called the vet. Instructed to not give insulin and give her time.
Thursday still not eating. Called vet again and they said give her some syrup. They said her sugar is probably low since she isn’t eating. Thursday night she still didn’t seem in distress and still walked to her water bowl and out to pee. They said if she didn’t eat by tomorrow take her to an emergency vet
Friday she changed. Couldn’t stand. Couldn’t walk. Shaking. Could barely hold her head up. Took her to the emergency vet. She was diagnosed with diabetic keto acidosis. The emergency vet gave us two option. Try fluids and an insulin drip which probably would not save her. Or euthanasia. We choose euthanasia.
As they prepared her I felt like I was killing her. I gave her syrup like the other vet told me. I even showed the emergency vet the message and instructions on my phone. She said she didn’t understand why they told me to give the syrup.
With a Cather in her foot, she left this world with a small grunt while I was crying my eyes out.
Now I can’t stop blaming myself. I feel like I killed her by giving her syrup. I can’t stop crying.
We loved her. And now I feel so guilty over the syrup and the euthanasia. Did I make the right decision? Did I kill my dog with syrup. Why didn’t the vet tell me to bring her in to check her blood sugar? Why did she grunt at the end?
Does she know we loved her?
I need help getting over this pain. She wasn’t just a dog. She was my little girl.