My wife was concerned our boy vizsla was in discomfort last night. This morning she asked a vet who lives in our village to check him and the advice was to take him straight to our vet for a proper scan. ultrasound shows what is probably a bleed in his belly most likely from a cancerous spleen. Now waiting for a CT scan which is probably going to deliver very bad news.
Now having to contemplate do we get him put to sleep at the vets or bring him home to do the deed. The vet in our village specialises in home visit end of life for pets.
He has been glued to us for the last 11 years, I can’t take a shit without him coming to check up on me. I am used to him thinking he is a lap dog, digging an elbow into my nuts, walking his 30kg frame across my body when I am sleeping, dozing off with his muzzle breathing into my neck and ear. There is going to be a huge one eyed ginger idiot shaped hole in my life and I can’t stop bawling my eyes out.
Really sorry to hear this. No right answer to your dilemma, unless he really doesn't like being at the vet. You being with him is what's important, tough as that is.
I am so sorry, I'm on my 7th and 8th generation of labradors, I cried over every one I have lost. The answer to your dilemma is whichever is quicker, the inevitable decision has been made, you owe him that much.
My wife was concerned our boy vizsla was in discomfort last night. This morning she asked a vet who lives in our village to check him and the advice was to take him straight to our vet for a proper scan. ultrasound shows what is probably a bleed in his belly most likely from a cancerous spleen. Now waiting for a CT scan which is probably going to deliver very bad news.
Now having to contemplate do we get him put to sleep at the vets or bring him home to do the deed. The vet in our village specialises in home visit end of life for pets.
He has been glued to us for the last 11 years, I can’t take a shit without him coming to check up on me. I am used to him thinking he is a lap dog, digging an elbow into my nuts, walking his 30kg frame across my body when I am sleeping, dozing off with his muzzle breathing into my neck and ear. There is going to be a huge one eyed ginger idiot shaped hole in my life and I can’t stop bawling my eyes out.