Last Friday I had to put my 8 year old dog down. She was a mix between a Maltese/Pomeranian. Her name was Maddie. Last week my mom and I noticed she wasn't eating or drinking a lot. And she loved to lick people and I saw when she opened her mouth her tongue and gums were all white. It didn't look normal at all. We thought she might be extremely dehydrated. We did everything we could to get her to eat and drink on Thursday night when we noticed it was getting really bad. She did eat and drink a little. We got her some ice cream treat for dogs. Her and our other dog Macy (a Wheaten Terrier) both loved them. My mom had to work on Friday but told me to keep an eye on her. So I brought her upstairs into my bedroom and she fell asleep in my bed. She literally fell asleep while in my arms when she was laying on my stomach/chest. I tried to get her to eat and drink. She took like two sips of water. She did eat a biscuit. My mom made an appointment at the vet for that afternoon because I said she still wasn't looking good. So my mom came home and I had her ready. I stayed back with our other dog Macy. I'm thinking that Maddie will go to the vet and they'll give her something to help get her hydrated and maybe she's just not feeling good and they'll give her something to take to get her appetite back. My mom called from the vet and said they hooked her up to something to get her hydrated. They were running blood tests. About an hour later I find out she has extremely low red blood cell level and there was pretty much nothing they could do. She was having mini strokes while she was there. They were going to have to put her down. I've been completely devastated since Friday. We've had dogs that have been put down before but this was just completely different because up until last week she was a healthy and happy 8 year old dog.
And what makes this even harder is since last October we've pretty much been attached to each other. I was watching Hill House on Netflix and it got scary especially watching alone at night. So the next night I'm like yeah I'm bringing Maddie in my room with me. Lol. She slept in my bed while I watched Hill House. And then I started spoiling her. I would go downstairs around midnight when she woke me up to go outside and we'd get snacks. From then on she'd want to come in my room every night. I would go say good night to my mom and the dogs and the dogs slept in her bed. But every night Maddie would get up and almost follow me as I'm leaving the room and sit on the edge of the bed and whine until I took her. Last Thursday night I had my bedroom window open finally because it was cool outside and there was a nice breeze coming in and the local fest was going on and I could hear the band clearly in my room. I could hear them play "Come On Eileen" and "Living On A Prayer". And I was just laying in bed listening to that, enjoying the breeze and Maddie is curled up next to me sleeping. So yeah the past few nights I have gotten no sleep. Especially in my bedroom. I'm just finally now able to go into my bedroom and watch TV, sit on my chair, go on my laptop.
My uncle who was in the room when they put Maddie down brought over her collar on Monday. I made the mistake of picking it up and it still smells just like her. I just want to pick her up and pet her and have her curl up next to me in bed. I've struggled with depression and OCD and anxiety and I don't want this to make that worse. I was finally starting to feel better before this.
Here she is in my bed