I have a broken heart this morning. My little tricolour Leo got his wings today. The sweetest natured of dogs, and Jaspar's half brother, he was clearly burdened with the fast advance of his MVD in July and he declined very quickly in the past two months, after the cardiologist having been very impressed that he had held steady with an advanced murmur, needing no meds, for nearly three years.
He just celebrated his 11th birthday, a year I never thought he'd see when diagnosed with SM at 18 months. A brave little man, he lived his life with SM, and several years with MVD as well. I am, sadly, away in the US but he was his usual happy self when I departed yesterday. Chris said he was fine this morning, had his many pills, then became distressed over the next hour and then unconscious. Chris took him to the vet where he was put on a drip and morphine.
I knew what the right decision was when I woke in the US to learn all this from Chris. My trusted vet felt there was a small chance he might recover, but this would only likely be to eke out a small extra bit of time with the risk of another potentially distressing collapse, and I wanted to let him go while he was sedated and comfortable, not put him through more. It is the hardest decision, especially when I did not get to see him one more time, or be the one to hold him (Chris did that for me). But I know it was, for Leo and for me, the right one. Run pain free, my little man. You deserved a better life than to be saddled with MVD and SM. 11 years was too young.
He just celebrated his 11th birthday, a year I never thought he'd see when diagnosed with SM at 18 months. A brave little man, he lived his life with SM, and several years with MVD as well. I am, sadly, away in the US but he was his usual happy self when I departed yesterday. Chris said he was fine this morning, had his many pills, then became distressed over the next hour and then unconscious. Chris took him to the vet where he was put on a drip and morphine.
I knew what the right decision was when I woke in the US to learn all this from Chris. My trusted vet felt there was a small chance he might recover, but this would only likely be to eke out a small extra bit of time with the risk of another potentially distressing collapse, and I wanted to let him go while he was sedated and comfortable, not put him through more. It is the hardest decision, especially when I did not get to see him one more time, or be the one to hold him (Chris did that for me). But I know it was, for Leo and for me, the right one. Run pain free, my little man. You deserved a better life than to be saddled with MVD and SM. 11 years was too young.