About 8:00 p.m. last night... there is a knock at the door. I answer, and it is my neighbor who has obviously been crying and has black streaks all down her face. She says, "Is Matt here? I need him." So, he and I go outside, and she says she needs his help -- Pookie is dying.
Pookie is her peekapoo that she's had for the last 10 years, from the day he was born. She still has the momma dog too, who is like 16 years old. He was very lethargic and wouldn't eat when she left for work this morning, and by the time she got home he was lying on the kitchen floor in seizures. His eyes were glazed over, and all his legs were totally stiff. He was vomiting up bile in his mouth, and his jaw was locked shut. His tongue was all swollen up in there too. Poor thing, just kept laying there convulsing for 2 hours and she was so miserable.
She had called a 24-hour vet, who told her they wanted a $500 deposit and they'd go from there, but you could look at him and see he wasn't going to make it. She didn't have the money anyway. They wanted $225 just to put him to sleep.
She wanted us to help her euthenize the dog, but we couldn't think of a good way to do it. [We considered several options] (Karen's edit) So we stood there trying to come up with a plan for over an hour while he suffered. Finally, he took his last breath and died.
It was the most horrible thing to watch, and we didn't know what to do to help him. Poor little Pookie. After that, dh dug a hole for her in the back yard and we buried him, wrapped in several plastic bags.
How will I ever deal with it if something like that happens to my dog???? Last night was a terrible night.
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