Worst day in a long time.

Never had to have a dog put down before. I've got mixed feelings about it I guess. I know its for the best because I didnt want Biscuit to suffer any longer and I feel maybe I should have done more.

So post parvo Biscuit was growing like crazy. Seemed like every day she got bigger. She got up to 30lbs at her biggest. Something happened to her about a month ago and we dont know what it was. As of today she was 21. She lost al the weight, got lethargic, didnt play anymore. So we thought she probably got some sort of worm parasite, no biggie. Take her to the vet and get her treated for that. After the worm treatment theres no change in her at all except for the worse. Her liver function started to decline. Her skin in her ears started turning yellow, the whites of her eyes were yellow. Was a sad sad sight. We take her back to the vet and he's not sure what to make of it, so he gets a blood sample and gives us some antibiotics to give her. Fast forward 2 days and we find out the results of the blood test. Basically saying that shes anemic, has low platelets, high white count, etc. Means shes sick but not really any help as to why. In the pic you can see that she's obviously lost more than fat, she lost a lot of muscle too.

After a few days we finish the antibiotics and then maybe she's getting better. Perhaps it was just wishful thinking, but no dice. She kept getting weaker and weaker. To the point she couldnt get up if she laid down. I made an appointment at the vet school at OSU for Friday morning at 9am. The quick visit to get bloodwork done and all that was nothing at all what I thought it would be. Turns out theres a million things that could make her sick. Everything from toxic plants to infections. Well fuck. They named off all sorts of stuff that it could be what tests need to be ran, recommended hospitalization.

In the back of my mind I already knew how everything would turn out, I already knew what I had to do. This dog could barely get up stairs, had trouble getting herself off the floor, was obviously in a lot of pain. She was laying in my bed one day and tried to get up and she couldnt. Hearing her yelp and squeal just broke my heart. A puppy shouldnt have trouble like that. As much as it hurts, I knew I had to make the decision to let her go. She'd been suffering enough lately because I'd been too scared to face the facts. Today I had to actually say out loud that it would be best to put her to sleep. I dont think she could have handled or wanted to handle all the tests and treatments. That dog has had a rough life even with all my wife and I had done for her. In the short time I had her, I can honestly say I loved that dog. If I left the room, she'd come find me. If we were at the lake and I went fishing without her, she'd come down to the bank just to be around. She'd play fetch endlessly and loved to play with her monkey or her chewy rings.

Rest in peace Biscuit. You brought me a lot of happiness even for a short time.