Rob wrote:My parents' pugs are not having a good time the last 4 months. We nearly lost one when she reptured a disk in her back. Her hind legs were completely paralyzed. My folks took a gamble on surgery for her, and as luck would have it she's gotten pretty far in her recovery. It ain't pretty, but she can do almost everything she could before. But the second we start feeling good about her, her sister develops a nasty hacking cough. The vet says it's an enlarged heart... And since there's no fixing that, it basically means her time is running out.
Poor girls. They've been such good dogs.
Well, we just had to put down one of the pugs. Her name was Dylan. 14 years old.
I was on my way to an appointment and called my mom just to pass some time while driving in the car. She told me she thought Dylan's time was running out and she didn't know what to do. Poor thing couldn't sleep today, couldn't hold down any food, could barely drink water... heck, she was even having trouble breathing. I told her to take her to the vet and I would try to cancel my appointment and head out there -- if the vet could help, great. If he couldn't, we've known this time was coming for a while now -- and at least we'd get to say goodbye on our terms, without her being in any more pain.
But my guy couldn't reschedule. So I had to try to rush through the appointment and make a mad dash to the vet to say goodbye. I didn't make it in time... Sucks.