12:30 a.m. Wednesday….I was just thinking about some things that Sandy did while we had her. She came to us as a stray, so we don’t know what her home life was like before. But she had been tied up because she had a rope around her neck that had been broken or chewed off.
One day Brandon was dancing around in the living room, to the Veggie Tales song, “Where is My Hairbrush.” Beth was sitting on the couch, and Brandon danced too close to her. Sandy tried to attack him. She did that on more than one occasion. We kind of think that she may have come from an abusive home. She seemed to think that Brandon was attacking Beth, and she was trying to stop him.
The other night, Sandy was so tired, but she couldn’t lie down comfortably, so she just stood next to me, and leaned on me.
When we got to the vet, Rachael was going to put in the IV catheter and get her ready. She couldn’t do it. She was crying as hard as we were. She sees animals put down all the time, but it’s different when it’s your own.
9:30 p.m….Sandy knew something was different about this visit to the vet, and she was not happy. She wouldn’t even take a treat, when last time, she ate several of them. She stood by the door, wanting to go back home. I felt so bad, because we had to nearly drag her into the vet’s office. She finally laid down on the floor, so that we could not pick her up to put her on the table. So I sat down beside her on the floor, and held her in my arms as Charmel (the vet) put the medicine in the IV catheter. She just went limp in my arms.
I know we did the right thing. It was just very hard to do. Every time I turn around, I expect her to be under my feet just like usual. But she won’t be scared of thunder anymore, and she won’t be in pain.
Prov 12:10……10 The godly are concerned for the welfare of their animals,
Update 3:30 p.m…..I just gave Sandy a double dose of her diuretic, to help her lose some of the fluid, so she will be a little more comfortable. I put the pills in the brisket she was eating. I’ve never had any trouble getting her to take her medicine….as long as it’s in meat or cheese, she’ll eat it. She’s having a much harder time breathing right now. I’m praying God will just go ahead and take her. It would be soooo much easier than trying to get her in the car and to the vet. She hates that.
Rachael is the vet tech, and she gets off at 5:00. But she said she would stay till we get there. Beth and I will have to take her in since Steve is working late.
She’s resting in the doggie bed right now. This is really Pepper’s bed, so Sandy is a little big for it, but she likes it anyway. If a cat gets in the bed, she will stand there and whine, trying to tell the cat (usually Taz) that she wants that bed.
We have an appointment at 6:30 tonight, to have Sandy put down. She just isn’t getting better. In fact, she’s much worse. The fluid that is collecting in her abdomen is pushing on her lungs and heart, and she can’t get a good breath. She can’t comfortably lie down anymore, either.
(Edit: We’ve lost a lot of animals over the years, because we have a lot of animals, but this is the first time we’ve ever actually had one put down. Rachael talked to the vet this morning, and she said it seems now like it is the best decision we can make. It’s just not easy. But not only is she miserable now, she is really cranky, and is snapping at the other animals. I’m afraid she will hurt one of them.)
Sandy is a Chow-German Shepherd mix that we took in a little over 8 years ago. She was wandering around the neighborhood with a rope tied around her neck, so I know she freed herself from somebody that kept her tied up all the time. She got pregnant the night we took her in, by a huge pure-bred German Shepherd that was also wandering around. We could never catch him. She had 6 puppies August 31, 1999. We still have 3 of them. The other 3 died of parvo.
Myatt was a co-worker that quit last week to go into the Air Force. He came into the store yesterday, proudly wearing the Air Force shirt she gave him last week as a going away present. We find some really neat t-shirts at the “Command Post”. This is one of my favorites: