My Puppy - Nick (Oct. 6, 1990 - June 21, 2004)
We had to put down my dog, Nick today at 5pm. It's the saddest day in my life because I've never lost someone so close to me before. In fact, I've had Nick since grade 1. We got him for Christmas in 1990 and he was only a few months old when we got him. Ever since then, he's been by my side through the good times and the bad. It's actually quite amazing to know that he was with me through all of elementary school, all of high school and a couple years into University. Whenever I came home from school, work, a game, a friend's house, a party, a vacation, etc, it always made me feel good to know that Nick was at home waiting for me. I miss everything about him... even the things that made me mad at the time. He's been gone for only 8 hours now and I already miss him really bad. It brings tears to my eyes knowing that I won't be able to be with my dog anymore.
About 3 weeks ago, Nick started to go downhill. He started losing his strength and energy and had trouble eating and walking around so we took him to the Vet. He had cancer in his spleen, so he had to stay at the Vet Hospital for 5 days to have surgery to remove the tumours. The surgery was a success and a few days after we were allowed to take him home. While at home, he slowly started to get better each day and showed more enthusiasm and energy as the week went on, but he still slept lots and had some difficulties that he didn't have before the surgery. Everything changed Saturday. When he got up in the morning he looked even worse than before the surgery. My parents were in Waskesiu when this happened and my brother and I had to take care of him. When I let him out to go outside, he couldn't move and had to lay down in the grass. I spent most of the afternoon by his side because it felt like he was literally dying before my eyes. I'll always remember these last precious moments with him. We ended up picking Nick up a little later on and brought him to the Vet. They checked him out and said everything looked alright and that it was maybe just a bad day or something (too much sun or whatever). Well that evening, Nick looked awful and had trouble breathing so we got in touch with the main Doctor and brought Nick in at around 10:30 at night. The Doctor did some tests on him and decided to keep him overnight and at the Hospital all day Sunday and then do some further tests on Monday. These were the last hours I spent with my dog. I'll always remember being in the back of the van petting my dog telling him "everything will be alright". I always remember being by his side that evening when the Doctor was trying to figure out what was wrong with him. When I left that Saturday evening, it was the last time I would see Nick. Sunday, the hospital was closed so I couldn't see him and on Monday (today) I went on a bike ride for a few hours with a friend. My Dad was at the Vet Hospital at this time and was told of the bad news. The cancer spread into some major organs and there was nothing they could do to stop it. We could all see that Nick was in pain and we knew that it was time to put Nick down, end his pain, and let him rest in peace. My dad tried getting a hold of me to tell me to see Nick before they let him rest, but unfortunatley, I was on my piece of shit bike ride. They had to do it at 5pm, cause the Doctors' were done for the day. I'm still angry at the fact that they couldn't wait for me, or do it the next day so I could see my dog once more. Like, what's one more day. I know it's selfish, because Nick was in pain, but it's sort of eating me up inside knowing that if I didn't go on that bike ride or if they just waited one more day I could have been with him for those last 30 seconds of his life. It's tearful.
But I'll always cherish the memories I've had with my dog, especially the last few days when I was by my dog's side. I'll always hold Nick in my heart for as long as I live.
I miss you so much Nick. We'll be together again someday
About 3 weeks ago, Nick started to go downhill. He started losing his strength and energy and had trouble eating and walking around so we took him to the Vet. He had cancer in his spleen, so he had to stay at the Vet Hospital for 5 days to have surgery to remove the tumours. The surgery was a success and a few days after we were allowed to take him home. While at home, he slowly started to get better each day and showed more enthusiasm and energy as the week went on, but he still slept lots and had some difficulties that he didn't have before the surgery. Everything changed Saturday. When he got up in the morning he looked even worse than before the surgery. My parents were in Waskesiu when this happened and my brother and I had to take care of him. When I let him out to go outside, he couldn't move and had to lay down in the grass. I spent most of the afternoon by his side because it felt like he was literally dying before my eyes. I'll always remember these last precious moments with him. We ended up picking Nick up a little later on and brought him to the Vet. They checked him out and said everything looked alright and that it was maybe just a bad day or something (too much sun or whatever). Well that evening, Nick looked awful and had trouble breathing so we got in touch with the main Doctor and brought Nick in at around 10:30 at night. The Doctor did some tests on him and decided to keep him overnight and at the Hospital all day Sunday and then do some further tests on Monday. These were the last hours I spent with my dog. I'll always remember being in the back of the van petting my dog telling him "everything will be alright". I always remember being by his side that evening when the Doctor was trying to figure out what was wrong with him. When I left that Saturday evening, it was the last time I would see Nick. Sunday, the hospital was closed so I couldn't see him and on Monday (today) I went on a bike ride for a few hours with a friend. My Dad was at the Vet Hospital at this time and was told of the bad news. The cancer spread into some major organs and there was nothing they could do to stop it. We could all see that Nick was in pain and we knew that it was time to put Nick down, end his pain, and let him rest in peace. My dad tried getting a hold of me to tell me to see Nick before they let him rest, but unfortunatley, I was on my piece of shit bike ride. They had to do it at 5pm, cause the Doctors' were done for the day. I'm still angry at the fact that they couldn't wait for me, or do it the next day so I could see my dog once more. Like, what's one more day. I know it's selfish, because Nick was in pain, but it's sort of eating me up inside knowing that if I didn't go on that bike ride or if they just waited one more day I could have been with him for those last 30 seconds of his life. It's tearful.
But I'll always cherish the memories I've had with my dog, especially the last few days when I was by my dog's side. I'll always hold Nick in my heart for as long as I live.
I miss you so much Nick. We'll be together again someday
posted by mf @ 9:03 PM
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