My Dearest dog, Reebok who I have had for 9 years has been put down on Saturday, 8/26/06. For four months or so I and my family had seen 2 lumps growing on each side her neck. As we saw them growing we took her to the vet, the first two vets we went to didn't know what they were talking about and/or there prices were horrible. The pet ER alone was 200 dollars for walking in the door basically.
Finally my dad was able to find a better vet through a dog resuce. Once there I was happy to find that the prices were wonderful, they gave us at least 20% discount on everything. We learned that what the other vets had called a fatty tumor was a really cancer and was now inoperable.
After one night we was okay and she was takeing the medication like she always did, spitting it back out till we stuck it in ham or something. Well that night she left in the middle of the night to go lay in her cage and we knew something or another was wrong. I was shocked to see in the morning that the tumors had growing 3 times in size and was spreading to her cheek. She couldn't swallow her own spit and wasn't strong enough to move a few feet without falling and just stretching her head out enough so she could breath. Me and my mother both knew what we had to do, put her down. When my father came home from work he agreed and we spent as much time with her as we could that night and the morning of the day she would be gome.
It was the scariest thing I had ever seen, seeing her eyes fall as the liquid was put into her body. They did not close fully and I saw them go distant and I could tell she was gone. She layed still and I felt my heart breaking. I forced myself from hugging her and me and my family took out a tinny knife, we each took a few strands of her hair. I took the strands from my favorite part of her, her ears which I use to play with all the time.
I will never forget her, nothing will replace her and I will always remember, it was the last thing I could do for her.
Finally my dad was able to find a better vet through a dog resuce. Once there I was happy to find that the prices were wonderful, they gave us at least 20% discount on everything. We learned that what the other vets had called a fatty tumor was a really cancer and was now inoperable.
After one night we was okay and she was takeing the medication like she always did, spitting it back out till we stuck it in ham or something. Well that night she left in the middle of the night to go lay in her cage and we knew something or another was wrong. I was shocked to see in the morning that the tumors had growing 3 times in size and was spreading to her cheek. She couldn't swallow her own spit and wasn't strong enough to move a few feet without falling and just stretching her head out enough so she could breath. Me and my mother both knew what we had to do, put her down. When my father came home from work he agreed and we spent as much time with her as we could that night and the morning of the day she would be gome.
It was the scariest thing I had ever seen, seeing her eyes fall as the liquid was put into her body. They did not close fully and I saw them go distant and I could tell she was gone. She layed still and I felt my heart breaking. I forced myself from hugging her and me and my family took out a tinny knife, we each took a few strands of her hair. I took the strands from my favorite part of her, her ears which I use to play with all the time.
I will never forget her, nothing will replace her and I will always remember, it was the last thing I could do for her.
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