Moving On


You may wonder why there was no post from me last week,  or you may not, of course. I’m afraid I’m wiping Diva Day off the calendar for last week, as we had a very, very bad day and it’s taking a while to get over it. I certainly can’t get my head round valentangles in my present mood.

Our elder daughter – middle child but elder daughter – lives alone with her dog Kitty and they are inseparable. On Sunday, they came for Sunday dinner, as they often do, and we noticed Kitty seemed to be off her food. Alex phoned the following morning to say the dog has been sick a couple of times overnight and we agreed she would keep her on fluids for a couple of hours and see if she felt any better. By late afternoon she was worse and we took  her to the vets, a vet we have used before and know and trust.

She seemed quite ill to me, confused and didn’t appear to know where she was – normally it takes both of us to get her inside because she doesn’t like going there but she just meekly followed us in. While we were waiting to see the vet, she was pacing round and round the waiting room, virtually empty, thank Heaven. He examined her and decided an X ray was needed, under general anaesthetic, to make sure she hadn’t swallowed anything or had a blockage somewhere in her system. Of course. it would be fairly expensive and of course Alex has no money so I just said of course and we left a very confused and unhappy dog.

About half an hour later Alex phoned in some distress because the vet had called her to say they weren’t going to do the X ray yet because her heart rate was too high, so they would keep her on a drip to rehydrate her, get her heart rate down and then do it the following morning. He had said more but Alex hadn’t taken it in very well, so I called the vet to ask for more detail. He was with another patient but would call back within the half hour, which he did. However, instead of calling to clarify what he had said previously, he told me that Kitty’s condition had deteriorated to such an extent that he was pretty sure she had not long to live.

It fell to the loved one to call Alex to get her coat on and be ready for us to take her down there, and, although he didn’t tell her more, she isn’t stupid and guessed that things were pretty bad. We picked her up, exceeded the speed limit and were at the vet’s in less than ten minutes. Kitty was lying unconscious on the bench, apparently in little pain or distress but we could see her pulse racing in her throat. She could not be saved and we stood holding her until she passed away.

Alex , obviously, distraught, insisted on going back to an empty house full of dog paraphernalia, where she spent the night alone.  When times are good, Alex suffers from depression. These are not good times. And the loved one and I can do so little for her. We have spent over 30 years trying to protect our children and, when it really counts, we are useless.

I’ll be back next week, world, hopefully in a better frame of mind.


14 thoughts on “Moving On

  1. So sorry about all your distress. It would be so much worse for your daughter without you both so that knowledge must be helping her a little.

  2. This makes me sad just reading. Losing a pet is an extremely sad time for anyone. They are cherished members of our families who love just want to love us. I hope time will help your daughter heal a little, but it is hard. Please know others feel and know the pain you’re having right now. 🙂

  3. I’m so sorry to hear that… It’s terrible for a pet to pass away.. Death is part of life, albeit being an unpleasant part of it… 😦 I hope with time, you and Alex will find closure and think of Kitty fondly instead of feeling the pain of losing her.

  4. I am so sad to hear about your daughter’s dog. It is such a hard thing to lose out fur babies, especially when our children are so attached to them. I have a son that will be very lost when his cat goes, and I worry about that time too. I’m sure that your daughter is so very appreciative of you and your loved one and the fact that you were there for her. You are not useless; you are loving parents that are doing what you can to help your daughter. My heart and prayers go out to you all and please know that this community feels your pain with you and your daughter. God bless!

  5. My thoughts and prayers are with all of you. I understand EVERYTHING you speak of all too well. You may not be able to do anything for your daughter, BUT you exist! That in itself if the best you can do.

  6. You are absolutely not ‘useless’; I think you did all you could to help the dog and in that your daughter. I’m really sorry for her, I know what it is if you loose a pet.

  7. I am so sorry! I really feel with you, we have three dogs, one of them is my soul-dog, I really need here. So I can imagine what loss it is for your daughter.

    Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

    All the animals that had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

    They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster. You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

    Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together…

    Poem by Paul C. Dahm.

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