Today has been such a hard day… It’s now 10:15pm PST, and Mr. JoeJo is still with me. I’ve always wondered how will I know it’s time. My vet has always told me to list three (3) things that he loves, and when he no longer responds to any of those you will know it’s time. I actually went back to one of my first posts almost 3 months ago..
Well these are Mr. JoeJo’s favorite things:
Loves to carry around his toys.He stopped doing this after his last dental and his vet doesn’t know why he would stop.
Loves to sniff the ground when he goes outside
Right now his is stumbling and walking (trying to) in circles
Loves to cuddle with mommy.
Holding him does not settle him, he is wimpering. I know he is very confused.
- Loves to have his face rubbed.. This is the one thing that is left. I wet a little wash cloth and warm it up in the microwave… it soothes him and he relaxes.
I have been medicating him throughout the day, Buprenex (narcotic) this morning which really helped him sleep all afternoon. Actually we both slept, me on the couch with him in my arms. I think we woke up around 7:30pm, I tried to get him to eat, but the Buprenex makes him lose his appetite 🙁 . Around 9pm I gave him a Tramadol and within about 45 minutes he relaxed. Once relaxed I administered fluids as he has not had any water since 2am this morning. Though I am not a vet tech, I have worked closely with his vet over the last 2 years with his care and I am able to properly medicate him without complications until I can get him into the office.
I hope people can understand the reason I have decided not to let him cross the rainbow bridge today. I owe him to see his own vet… to make sure that crossing the rainbow bridge is the best option for him right now.
Though the end is not here just yet, I want to thank all the wonderful women who have been here for me today, Caren at Dakota’s Den, just knowing you are there for me to talk to helps me soo much. The Facebook Group For the Love of Shih Tzu, thank you Bev A, for what you wrote..
It is the hardest decision a pet-parent ever has to make. But it is one we make out of love, because we must. JoeJo does not fear death; only we do.
Here is my little man being watched over by his little sister Katie.