Very sad day yesterday
. Barney, our 11 year old mongrel, was stiff on his back legs when we let him out for a last wee at night on Monday. On Tuesday morning he had no control of his back legs and could only walk 2 or 3 steps before collapsing. He also wasn't eating. My OH took him to the vet who said it was most likely neurological, but would give him some PLTs incase it was arthritis. I think she may have been giving us time to come to terms with the obvious outcome. I came home at lucnhtime and there was no change and spent the rest of the afternoon at work feeling really uncomfortable that the vet was keeping him going and thought that we should be calling it a day.
After collecting the children and going home I had a chat with OH and decided to call the vet and take Barney back to the vet and PTS. Horrible horrible having to tell the children (age 5 & 6) and watch them say goodbye. Got to the vets and she agreed we should call it a day. She said she wanted to take him into the back and put in a cathater before bringing him back into the room. I waited in reception for ages. I knew that they must have been struggling to find a vein and I wanted to ask reception if I could go and be with him, but I didn't want to be a bother (feel so guilty about that).
Eventually she came back and we took Barney to the car and thats where the vet injected him. After he was gone I asked her to remove the cathater so as not to upset the children when we took Barney home. I could see the vet trying to get the cathater out from under the bandage without me seeing the mess she had made of his leg & I just felt so awful that I hadn't been there with him. I have no criticism of the vet, but feel I let Barney down.
Anyway, he is now buried in the field and the children chose a teddy each for Barney to keep him company. We thought he would be the type of dog that pootles on until 16 - we never expected this!
Its hard beiong a pet owner sometimes!