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AbbieD

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  • Your relationship to the individual who died
    Dog mom
  • Date of Death
    2/19/18
  • Name/Location of Hospice if they were involved:
    NA

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  • Your gender
    Female
  • Location (city, state)
    Indianapolis
  1. You are very kind. He was an angel. Have you had experience where your mind sought out self blame? I'll suddenly have a inescapable thought that I directly caused his demise, i.e. did I make sure he ate every night? Did I remember to encourage him to eat? Once I convince myself that the doubt is not warrented my mind nags back to convince me otherwise or goes on another tangent.
  2. His name is Titus. Thank you for your kind words. I feel like I should have been able to save him.
  3. My sweet 11 1/2 year old boxer boy has been my companion since he was 3. He was my first roommate when I moved on my own and kept me safe and happy. He was spoiled of course and my now husband says I paid the dog more attention than him. Since December, he had been starting to slow down in his age. He needed a bit more encouragement to eat his meals and by this week he usually got half his normal amount but readily ate other yummies offered so I gave him many different things. When he laid down for a long amount of time he needed a bit of prodding to get up, but was OK once up. He still played and cuddled and climbed the stairs up and down from our room no problem. He pottied normally and drank normally. He did have some incontinence with a little dribbling when but that had actually subsided. We had our first child in September and while I've been exhausted I've tried to make sure when baby isn't in my arms that I pay the pooch some pets and special time or at least move his bed by where I'm sitting. Sometimes he'd hop up on the couch where for some cuddles. He was a bit of an oaf and tended to wake the baby when I nursed her to sleep in her nursery, so I couldn't let him lay at my feet. He laid patiently outside the door until I came out. In early Feb I came home from work to a lump on his shoulder and he favored the leg a bit as I helped him down the stairs. Once he was up and moving he no longer limped so I kept him from going upstairs that night and I slept on the couch next to his bed downstairs. The next few days I kept him off the stairs and he had free-range of the first floor while I was at work. I came home both days to a pup snoozing in the couch and he play bowed and was seeming to feel OK. I let the gate down and he went up and down the stairs on his own and was good. On the 19th I went to wake him and he wouldnt get up, and fell when I helped him. I collapsed next to him and held him. He was calm but shaking a bit. I held him till he calmed and got him to drink water from a bottle. Eventually I encouraged him up for bacon but we had to carry him downstairs but he went outside on his own. He ate more bacon and treats but not his food. I let him rest on his bed until our vet could see us. He was so tired when we arrived and painful to walk and in his abdomen. I made the choice to let him go as the vet thought it was cancer in his lymph nodes in his belly and a tumor on his shoulder. He passed peacefully on his bed while I laid next to him and stroked his head and kissed him. Now all I feel is guilt and hoping he felt loved and cherished after baby. Did I hug him enough? Kiss his sweet face? Did I miss his hurting earlier? I feel like the outcome was inevitable but I hope he felt all the love I felt for him. I'm doing the what ifs and in constant distress. I miss him and hope I was a good mom.
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