I'm absolutely heartbroken and so afraid it won't get better. I lost my Zoe yesterday. She was a 14.5 year old dachshund and my soul mate. We had been fighting what we thought was a respiratory infection for several months. We tried various treatments and they seemed to be getting better but never completely disappearing. Finally, last Wednesday, she wouldn't eat anything. I wasn't initially concerned because she would do this occasionally. We went to the doctor Friday morning and she was given another shot, medications and a nutritional supplement until her appetite came back. She had no response and still wasn't eating. Saturday night and Sunday she even seemed worse. By 2:00 Monday morning, I was scared. She was so lethargic and had been taking rapid shallow breaths for hours. She did give me kisses and drink some water then. I layed her back down with me and prayed she would be better in a few hours. Monday she wagged her tail and seemed maybe a little more alert, but I called the vet and was told to bring her back in (not enough improvement and still wasn't eating). It was a busy day and we sat in the waiting room for over an hour. She was lethargic and her breathing still labored but I still never thought for a minute that I would come home without her. We finally went to the back and they did a chest x-ray. This confirmed a tumor in her lungs and she only had use of 25%. I was told this would get worse and she would eventually suffocate. He said he could try a steroid shot and I could take her home for a day or two, but she could get to a point of not being able to breathe. I knew I didn't want her to suffer like that. I made the decision to let her go. The vet asked if I wanted to take her home first to discuss it with my family - she IS my family was my only thought. I feel so bad that I spent the last few days forcing liquid food and meds down her that she wouldn't even give me kisses in the end. I would try to give her kisses and it was like she couldn't see me (almost looked past me). I also feel horrible that I scheduled to take "mom and Zoe" pictures this coming weekend, but I waited too long. I wanted to do DNA jewelry, but didn't manage that either. Why did I put these things off? Does she know I loved her and didn't want her to suffer? I feel like it's my fault she's gone and I won't ever get over this. I have 3 other dachshund girls at home that need me, but I feel like a tiny piece of my soul is gone forever.
Carrie A. Bryant