My parent's dog that they just rescued from a shelter only 9 months ago just died.
In front of our eyes.
She had been sick for days...listless, dazed, with a bloated stomach, vomitting liquid. My parents said she had been like that once before but then got better. So they weren't too worried.
But I was. Finally today I noticed she would wander around the grounds, and lie down in a ditch or a faraway place. I had a bad feeling...it was like she was looking for a place to die.
So even though it is Saturday and the vets were closed, I knew we had to get her to one right away. Originally my parents said they would take her to get checked up on Monday.
But I had a feeling she would be dead by then. So we called the hospital at 340 and they had a cancellation at 4 and could fit us in.
I felt we had to rush. We got there, filled out forms and waited. Muffin just waited by the door, staring at the outside world, the desert air. Me and my mom sat down. Muffin lay down and stared out the door, not facing us.
We talked for maybe a minute then looked over at Muffin. My mom said, "Oh no is she breathing."
She touched Muffin but she didn't move and didn't breathe. She had died right beside us and we didn't even notice. We didnt even get to say goodbye.
I called for help and the vets rushed over, picked her up and took her to the emergency room but it was too late. She had a congestive heart failure caused by the liquids in her abdomen, which was probably caused by cancer. Or heart disease.
The rude vet told us we could have saved her life maybe if we acted sooner and if it was heart disease. But if it was cancer we couldn't have done anything.
I wish I forced my parents to take her to the vet earlier. Maybe they would have saved her.
Muffin was an old dog and she was rescued...she was always sort of strange and probably always sick.
I'm glad she got 9 months of being loved and spoiled. I just wish I could have helped save her. We were so close. So close.
It feels like a bad dream, a nightmare, but its real and it wont go away. My heart hurt so much...not only to just suddenly lose such a lovely, loving dog but that this is the second time it has happened to my parents in two years (ironically Ellie, other dog also died in Palm Springs...what does that mean? She was hit by a car so it's not the same, but why here? WHY?).
And I am so sad for my mom. This little dog gave her so much love. This is so hard.
RIP MUFFIN. You were an angel to us.
