With a completely broken heart I'm so sorry to let everyone know this way, but I just had to put Ozzie to sleep at the Vancouver Animal ER.
Her surgery was cancelled tuesday as she was showing symptoms of having had a stroke. She perked up a little when we got home from the vets with new meds, but by Wednesday morning she has stopped eating and was back to having a really tough time walking, even with help.
Tonight we lay on the floor like we had been for the last few days but she was much more restless and kept wanting to change sides she was lying on. Just after 130am I was checking her gums and had the flashback to nearly 11 months ago when I had the same problem with Georgie. Her gums were very pale and the edge of her tongue was purple-ing. We rushed to VAER and the vet confirmed what I had thought. There was fluid in her lungs, she was in distress and then they noticed her eyes moving abnormally (possible signs of another stroke). Not wanting to put her to sleep to early, but knowing that any diagnostic tests, etc. would be more for me than to help her. Seeing her still having so much trouble breathing and hearing the fluid in her throat, I had to decide to part with my precious girl, whether or not I was ready to let her go.
I'm going to miss you so much Oz, in the two short months I had the pleasure of having you as my foster, you made me so happy and helped fill the huge void Georgie left. You are the biggest most beautiful dog, who put up with me always in your space giving you bear hugs. I will miss sharing my dinner with you and your demanding bark and bat-like paw. I will miss everything about you.
Carol, I'll never stop saying it. Thank you so much for letting me share in her life. She was the most amazing dog, so relaxed and yet a huge dork. She fit perfectly with me and even though my heart is incredibly broken right now, I wouldn't change a single thing about the last 2 months.
Here are some of my favourite photos of her:
This photo was taken on the night she past. I had taken my cats' favourite blanket and put it over Oz and "loud cat" came and slept on her.
Nicole and Carol I am so sorry for your loss. She was a sweetheart. One of my favourite memories of Saints was carrying Ozzie out of the pond. And I think the first thing she did when she met me was grab a stuffie.
Thankyou for the picture of Oz and I in the pond. I look at it and think of her often.