My Sweet Doggie, May He Rest In Peace

My sweet doggie, Rudder, died on Saturday morning around 2:45 AM.

As I had mentioned before, he wasn't doing well starting on Wednesday when he had four very large seizures. We went to the vet on Wednesday and the vet prescribed some valium to stop the cluster of seizures. He was a bit disoriented on Thursday and then later that night, he had a massive seizure where I was sure that he had died. But he started panting and came out of it.

Earlier in the evening, my former LBCG had called and I had asked her to come over. She was feeling sad as was I. I was so glad that she had because when he had the seizure, she was with me to help me through it.

Then on Friday, I took him back to the vet. The vet gave me some more medication to try to stop the seizures, but said that he had an enlarged heart. She did some blood tests, and we were waiting for the results to arrive on Saturday morning before deciding what to do next. She seemed hopeful that we hadn't exhausted everything we could try to help him.

The next night, I asked my former LBCG if she would come over again, just in case something happened.

And it did.

He had another massive seizure but it seemed like he was going to come out of it again.

I put him in his dog bed so I could clean up (because he had defecated during the seizure.) He seemed okay, but just lying there. My former LBCG was sitting by him and he started to have another seizure. We both sat with him while he was in his dog bed.

His breathing slowed.

I put my ear against his chest, and his heart was beating ever so slow.

And then it stopped.

He died.

I cried and cried. And kissed his head and petted him.

LBCG went downstairs and we got a box to put him in.

We laid him on a pillow and lifted him into the box.

He looked like he was sleeping.

In the morning I took him to the vet and they took care of him.

It was very, very sad.

He was a good dog who loved me a lot. He lived a good, long life of thirteen years and I'm glad that he didn't have to suffer any longer. I know that those last few seizures were very, very hard on his little body.

I know all dogs go to Heaven, and I'm glad he's there now, happy and okay and without seizures and anxiety.