Below is the list of events that ultimately ended in his death:
Sunday night April 5, we found a wound in our 17yo dog Rage's stomach while bathing him, we didn't know how it happened, but my MIL later told us it looked like a large boil that burst
Had surgery Monday April 6 to close wound in lower abdomen
Friday 10th, he stopped eating and had diahrrea
Saturday 11th he started throwing up everything including water
Every time he drank water he threw it up and kept throwing up bile for hours
He would stand in one place for a long time
Monday 13th, took him back to where he had the surgery.
- I had called them and explained that he's not eating and he's throwing up all his water, so he's not had food for days and barely any water and they just keep saying to give him the new medication
They said it was the medications vetprofen and batril that were making him sick
They gave new medications - metronidazole and omeprazole
They ignored the fact that he's not eating and can't keep down water. They didn't do anything for him besides prescribe new meds and sell us specialty dog food that he won't eat
Tuesday 14th, he can't get up and is now vomiting where he lays, he was suffocating on his vomit so I decided that I would stay awake the whole night to keep an eye on him
We wanted to take him to another vet because I don't feel like the other ones are listening
Approx. 1am April 15 he started jerking, his body bowed backwards in a seizure, I called my husband to help me look him over
He examined him and then started yelling his name, I realized he was dead
My heart is breaking because I can't stop thinking of the what ifs. That first Sunday when we found the wound, my husband had picked out a vet hospital but it was closed. We found another that was open but it was full and we spoke to vet who calmed us down and since the wound wasn't bleeding, they said to come the next day (Monday). Since we were waiting until Monday anyway, we should have continued looking, instead we took him to that vet. I wish we had taken him to the one my husband had first picked.
I feel terrible when I think of the fact that he was laying there dying. I'm angry that I took him back to that vet and they did nothing. I thought they would at least give him an IV since he wasn't able to keep down water for days. By the time we realized he wasn't getting better ( when he vomited where he lay) there was nothing we could do because there are no 24 hour vets near us.
I always tried to care for him as best as I could and I feel that I let him down. His last week of life was suffering. I had no idea if he died of old age, or if they botched the surgery, or if he died from lack of water, since he kept vomiting after drinking.
Now everything I've been reading says he was dying probably of old age, yet the vet never noticed. He charged us 1k for the surgery and we have started to suspect that they knew or didn't care that the surgery was too much for him but they just wanted the money. He went downhill fast days after the surgery.
I'm just so upset that vet did not seem to get the urgency. I kept trying to impress upon her the fact that he had not eaten in days and was going on 2 1/2 days of little water.
My husband is sad as well, and I have to keep remembering that because he wasn't very concerned when our dog was first sick. He kept saying to would get better in a few days. It wasn't until today that he realized that things weren't going well. When I started yelling about the vet I had to keep reminding myself not to throw his inaction at him. He's hurting as well and kept apologizing to me and our dog.
I'm just so sad and don't know what to do. We were getting ready to take him to a new vet Wednesday morning because I no longer trusted the other one. We were then left trying to figure out what to do with his body that was covered in our living room for 12 hours.
I will miss you Rage
It's now been a few days since he died and due to the fact that I have a poor memory, I keep waking up and forgetting that he's gone. The pain seems to start anew every day. The anger has not waned as I keep thinking of what ifs. I just keep playing everything over in my mind of what we could have done differently and really wishing we had gone to the first vet we had originally chosen. I just wonder when it will stop hurting so much.