Maxx
My dog is dying. We're taking him to be put down Thursday.
I got Maxx when I was 12. He was a year and some change old. He's now 15. He's lived a long and happy life on easy street. Although he himself was never an easy dog.
But his end has been coming for a while. As a Jack Russel Terrier, he never slowed down until he got arthritis. And then congestive heart failure and the meds he had to take for that slowed him down and fattened him up. He still had an attitude and he still loved to run around. He just couldn't do it as well.
Over the past two years his eyesight and hearing have started to leave him as well. He can't even properly chase the cat anymore. He has to follow her by scent and that doesn't always work.
About three weeks ago he stopped keeping down food. Luckily he's had a fairly large amount of fat built up to live off of. The vets think it's his liver and that fixing him up would only push him on for a few more weeks. They think he's miserable now and the 'solution' would only make him moreso. It's cruel to drag it out like that. Cruel and selfish.
And he doesn't even know what's coming, you know? We'll offer him to go for a ride and he'll hop in the car and that'll be his last ride. But he won't be suffering any more.
I feel bad for my mom. He's always been My Dog and I've always had a spot in his heart. But when I left for college six years ago, he and Mum adopted each other. He's more Mum's dog at this point than he is mine. I mean, I'll always be his Boy and he'll always be My Dog... but they're the pair now.
It's difficult.
So on Thursday Mom and I will say goodbye to Maxx.
I got Maxx when I was 12. He was a year and some change old. He's now 15. He's lived a long and happy life on easy street. Although he himself was never an easy dog.
But his end has been coming for a while. As a Jack Russel Terrier, he never slowed down until he got arthritis. And then congestive heart failure and the meds he had to take for that slowed him down and fattened him up. He still had an attitude and he still loved to run around. He just couldn't do it as well.
Over the past two years his eyesight and hearing have started to leave him as well. He can't even properly chase the cat anymore. He has to follow her by scent and that doesn't always work.
About three weeks ago he stopped keeping down food. Luckily he's had a fairly large amount of fat built up to live off of. The vets think it's his liver and that fixing him up would only push him on for a few more weeks. They think he's miserable now and the 'solution' would only make him moreso. It's cruel to drag it out like that. Cruel and selfish.
And he doesn't even know what's coming, you know? We'll offer him to go for a ride and he'll hop in the car and that'll be his last ride. But he won't be suffering any more.
I feel bad for my mom. He's always been My Dog and I've always had a spot in his heart. But when I left for college six years ago, he and Mum adopted each other. He's more Mum's dog at this point than he is mine. I mean, I'll always be his Boy and he'll always be My Dog... but they're the pair now.
It's difficult.
So on Thursday Mom and I will say goodbye to Maxx.
Labels: dogs, Maxx, parting, the infinite
posted by Krister Rollins at
22:12
1 Comments:
That's one of those things about life that sucks. My dog is starting to go blind and deaf, too. He's 13 now so I am preparing myself for the inevitable, though I'm hoping he lasts enough years to see him go deaf, blind and mute so he just sits and gurgles on a couch until someone feeds him. That's how it SHOULD be!
Anyway my deepest condolences. My cousins had to put down their dog just after Xmas and my other cousin put down her cat. Maybe they can hang out by the gate until someone comes home and let's them (in/out).
Rachel
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