Chelsea's going to doggie Heaven sometime today. She went for surgery two weeks ago to remove a large mass from the tip of her tail bone, which we thought was preventing her from pooping. She had a little bit of nerve damage to the right back leg. She hasn't pooped in over a week, and all the vets spoken with think there is a blockage somewhere along the way.
My Grandparents have decided to not go for the $300 X-rays and try surgery. They just can't afford it.
Chelsea has been part of the family for a long time, everyone knows her. It's going to be weird having her gone, but it's my grandparents decision. She's only 11 years old. If it weren't for her being 20 pounds over weight, I'm most certain this outcome would have been different, or it wouldn't have happened at all.
How many times did I tell them she had to go to the vet a week after this all started and she wasn't pooping? I guess if I'd been an adult they would have listened.
She's not even going to have a last, stress free day. It's thunderstorming, they're expected all day - and she's terrified of them.
Mickey's been laying with Chelsea all morning. I guess I should go lay with her for a while, too.
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