Since 5:00am yesterday we've been dealing with some major problems with our 14 y.o. Chow, Nikki. He's in major distress and having a hard time breathing. He's been to the vet for blood work and x-rays and spent last night in a 24 hour pet hospital for observation. I spoke with the hospital vet and even with doggie-Morphine and anti-anxiety medication it's not getting better. We're going to pick him up at 7:00am and then back to the vet to see what to do next. Nikki's been our baby for 14 years and if it's his time then all I can do is hand him up to God.
Dammit this is so hard.
9:40 - We got home about 30 minutes ago. We ended up making the only decision we could. The consensus of two vets was that he'd suffered some sort of neurological seizure and at his age it was unlikely there was anything that could be done for him. His suffering was brief and is over. God knows we'll miss him and it's going to be hard without him but we will see him again one day. That I know. The weird thing is thing is that I could feel it the moment he was set free. An instant peace came over me and I knew that he'd been greeted on the other side by his sister we'd lost 7 years ago to cancer.
Nikki, baby, we love you and will miss you but know you're OK now.