Coping With Pet LossThis section is a place to share stories about Coping With Pet Loss. Below are entries of those who have already shared their stories. We hope that you find their experiences helpful to your own situation. To quickly access health information from your website's browser, download Nikole The first dog I ever had was a pitbull and boxer mix. I loved her so much. She went every where with me, and was my best friend for 3 years. I had an ex-boyfriend who chewed tobacco. One night I put her in the car and we went for a ride. When I looked in the center console, there was a styrofoam cup full of spit. I didn’t want to litter by throwing it out, so I thought I would throw it away when we got to our destination. When we got there, I was in a hurry and forgot to throw the cup out. When I got back in the car Nikole was in the back seat on the floor, and I knew something was wrong. I got her some water, but she wouldn’t touch it. I had a 45minute drive back to our house. I assumed she was over heated. I noticed the cup was half empty, and she had also stepped in it and crushed the cup. I always took her with me traveling, and always had a cup of water for her to drink. She drank the tobacco spit! I had no idea how lethal nicotine is to an animal, nor how quickly it gets in their bloodstream. All I knew was their was something terribly wrong. She could’nt move, she could’nt respond. So I rushed her to the vet. He asked what happend. I told him what I knew. But he didn’t seem to think that was what was wrong. He called around to some other vets and described what I told him. The other vets confirmed how lethal nicotine is to animals, and how concentrated it is in chewing tobacco. Nikole had a major stroke. They ran an IV and put a catheter in her. I was there every day for a week with her. I then told the vet I was taking her home. I thought that if she was going to get better, she would do it at home. I had to turn her every 2 hrs to keep her skin from breaking down. I had to hold her head up to drink. I massaged her side and I PRAYED every day that she would get better. One day she was looking pretty good, and then the next day her face would be drooping, and I knew she was having mini strokes. She was paralyzed on her right side. After 2 weeks of doing everything I could for her, I decided to put her to sleep. The veterinarian who had taken care of her was on vacation. So one of the vet techs came out to the jeep. Nikole licked her hand, and she started to administer the dose. Nikole started howling and crying in pain. I had no idea that was going to happen. All I could do was hold her and cry. I felt so bad. I felt like I didn’t give her enough time to recover. I thought if maybe I would have given her a few more weeks, maybe she would have shown some signs of improvement. Anyway, I drove her lifeless body back home. I wanted to bury her under that oak tree. The one that I knew would always be there. It would never be cut down. Letting her go was the hardest thing I have ever had to do in my life. I would give anything to undo the harm I caused her. Harm, that I had no idea I was putting her in. Comments
July 2007
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