When I first started writing a draft for this post, I was going to write about how I will have to say farewell soon to my old dog, Andy, due to his rapidly declining health. Little did I know that the farewell will be on the same day.
He passed away at home. I think he must have went peacefully as he was laying on his side like he was sleeping. When I came home, I noticed something was off when he didn’t react to my presence and he was too still. My fears came true when I touched his little body and felt that it was stiff. His eyes were slightly opened, but the life in it was gone. I couldn’t believe it. It happened so suddenly. He was seemingly doing okay before I left for work that morning. I was sure I would see him later in the evening and feed him his dinner. In my mind, I thought I might have another week with him. Sadly, his little old body couldn’t take it anymore. That morning was my last moments with him.
His health was declining as he was an elderly dog. Andy was a rescued and when I adopted him, he was already a senior dog. The rescue group didn’t really know his real age and estimated that he was between 9 and 10 years old. When he passed, he was 15+ years old. Many of his health issues were related to his old age. Neurological issues from his stroke, bad back, arthritis, hearing loss, poor eyesight, and a heart murmur. The rapid decline started two days ago when his back seemed to have given out and he couldn’t use his back legs to walk. I gave him his pain medications to help him eased his pain. Then he had a seizure middle of the night on Sunday. He seemed to be okay after that episode and I took him to the vet in the morning to get him check up. They did a blood work on him and the vet told me that Andy was at that stage in age where his body is shutting down. She said to continue giving him with his current medications and we can proceed after the lab results are back regarding medication for his seizure. It wasn’t meant to be and maybe Andy didn’t want to take any more medication.
There are a lot of “I wish” thinking which couldn’t be help. I just didn’t expect for Andy to be gone so soon. I wish I had stay at home. I wish I gave him a big plate of delicious food. I wish I was holding him when he passed. No matter how mentally prepared I was because I knew in the back of my mind that his time was near, it is still heartbreaking to say farewell.
Farewell, my little old punk. You are in a much better place where you are not in so much pain. I hope that you are running around in doggy heaven and eating unlimited food at the doggy buffet. Thank you for being the awesome buddy. I was so lucky to have you in my life and I will never forget you. I miss this little punk’s face. Rest in peace, Sir Andy.