Our dearly loved Dasher had to be put to sleep tonight. We knew that he’d been sick and ailing over the past few months, but had no idea how bad things had gotten until this afternoon. I took him to our vet, who ran a series of blood tests. His red count was dangerously low, so she sent me to the emergency clinic.
I swung by the house to eat dinner with the fam and let everyone know what was happening, and let them see Dash one more time, just in case. I’m so glad I did. He’d been so lethargic over the last couple of days, but he perked up for the kids. He even ate a little bit of chicken, nabbing some right out of Sadie’s hand.
The doc at the clinic ran more tests and determined that Dash was in a bad way. Even with a long series of hospital care, steroids, and possible blood transfusions, his prognosis wasn’t good. This was one of the toughest decisions that I’ve had to make…
We cried. A lot. Repeatedly.
While I buried Dasher, Kim tried to console the kids. Levi was a huge source of comfort for the girls, and Josie just sat and hugged Sadie while she sobbed. All of us loved Dasher, but Sadie is probably the biggest “dog-kid” we have.
We’ve lost other pets, but there’s something special about dog. The bond between a dog and his family is special.
Goodbye, you flop-eared hound. 5 years was too short. We’ll miss you terribly…
1 Comment
Lisa · January 12, 2011 at 11:53 am
So sorry………………..praying for all the tender Sublett hearts.