My beautiful and bestest boy, Elliott, gained his wings on July 2nd 2012.
He had a growth in his mouth that had a habit of bleeding a lot when he got excited or had to chew something. At first glance, vet said it was probably an epulis. However, the growth started to really bleed heavily so we decided to have the thing removed. Elliott underwent surgery on June 6th, and I guess you could say that things started to go downhill afterwards. The vet who operated on him told us over the phone that the growth was larger than first thought, it was rapidly growing and had spread to the roof of his mouth and that it would continue to grow and would affect his ability to eat and breath. Vet told us that Elliott would have three months to a year left. We were offered the opportunity to take Elliott to a specialist and have major surgery, but we decided against it. It wasn't worth the risk. So, e brought him home and everything was fine but two days later things went downhill. He had a massive bleed from the growth and was violently sick during the night. As the weeks went on, the growth quadrupled in size and he lost interest in the things he loved like his treats, food and toys. He didn't show any signs of improvement so we made the decision to let him go.
It was one of the hardest decisions of my life, I've lost dogs before but always through natural causes rather than an illness and the animal doesn't recover. I stayed with him through the whole thing and he never took his eyes away from mine. When the vet brought the syringe that would end his life, Elliott didn't struggle or try to get away like he normally did when he had to have an injection. It was almost like he wanted to go. It was all very quick and he was gone in a few minutes. I gave him one last hug, a kiss goodbye and told I loved him. Don't know how I made it home. Truth be told though, the letting him go part wasn't the hardest bit, but the days after were. Even now, I still expect him to come trotting into the front room with a treat in his mouth or standing at the bottom of the stairs waiting for me to come down, wagging his tail like mad and barking his head off in greeting.
I donated most of his things to the animal shelter where I volunteer, I know it'd be put to good use. His favorite toys and his basket and bedding were thrown away. He would sometimes accompany my there for the day and he loved it there, especially when he got to see the manager's rottweiler girl. He had a bit of a crush on her lol.
So, Elliott's now chilling at the bridge with all his other canine siblings: Romper the Basset Hound, The Labrador Girls: Jane, Sarah, Tara and Darcey, and the most recent addition: My manager's little chihuahua, Felix.
Gone, but never forgotten.
RIP Elliott, run free sweet boy. ((((Hugs to you)))), It just sucks to lose our best friend. May your many, wonderful memories comfort you in the days ahead.
Maxx & Emma Jean
Ozzy - 10/16/02 - 06/28/11 - Always in my heart.
Sometimes the hardest part isn't letting go - but learning to start over.
I so luv his big brown eyes...and funny he had a girlfriend, so sorry for your loss x
so very sorry.
RIP Elliott. So sorry for your loss.
If dogs do not go to heaven, then I prefer to follow them where they go.
My condolences to you. I know what your going through, mine passed away on July 15th. I too had to make the hard decision not to have him suffer anymore. It's such a heart retching experience.
I'm so sorry
Godspeed, Elliott. I hope memories comfort you.