I Love My Dog, Who Is Like My Child
Recently we found out that my dog's right leg had to be amputated becayse he had a hemorrage and it has been growing for a few months now. It hurts him a lot and he was barely able to walk. At first the doctors thought of draining the blood clot out, but that did not work until the time came that we had to choose between euthanizing him because he is an old dog, recovery is hard and he might also die in surgery or risk the surgery.
We risked it. I remember crying and hugging him before he went to surgery. He was confused. I saw him wanting to break free from the nurse's hold and to be with us. "You fight this. Okay?" I told him as I hug him thinking that this might possibly be the last time I will see him. The next would just be a lifeless huggable corpse of a dog. But he made it through!
Then came the first time I saw him with his leg cut. It seemed so surreal that I thought someone photoshopped him and accidentally left his leg from the frame. But gradually, we were able to get used to the sight of his leg. My brother had a hard time seeing our dog. "I just cant take it," he would say whenever he visits.
But my dog is strong. Not because he cannot feel pain- but because he has the most purest soul and he was always a happy dog even without his right leg. He did not mind it at all!
The doctor wanted to euthanize him. She said that we would put more pain on our dog because the recovery is slow and his healing is critical as he is an old dog. But we belive that our dog truly does not want to die. We believe that an animal knows when to let go, and animals are less attached to this world than us; they are able to accept reality more easily. When I looked at my dog before we decided whether or not to do surgery on him, I felt that he was still the same dog. Yes, he was in pain with his right leg but he acted as if he wanted to fight back
He wasnt sad nor was he crying nor wimping. He would get up from his bed and try to play. That is when I knew that my dog, if he can decide for himself when to die- does not want to die now.
It was the best decision we have made for him.
Now he is recovering and he is happier and more alive than before
He no longer feels pain. The doctor made blood tests and the result was astonishing. He no longer has a low blood count and the doctor noticed how lively he is more than before. In the end, the doctor actually admitted to us that we made the right choice and that she was thankful we did not give up so easily. Now, we even made a wheelchair for him!
We risked it. I remember crying and hugging him before he went to surgery. He was confused. I saw him wanting to break free from the nurse's hold and to be with us. "You fight this. Okay?" I told him as I hug him thinking that this might possibly be the last time I will see him. The next would just be a lifeless huggable corpse of a dog. But he made it through!
Then came the first time I saw him with his leg cut. It seemed so surreal that I thought someone photoshopped him and accidentally left his leg from the frame. But gradually, we were able to get used to the sight of his leg. My brother had a hard time seeing our dog. "I just cant take it," he would say whenever he visits.
But my dog is strong. Not because he cannot feel pain- but because he has the most purest soul and he was always a happy dog even without his right leg. He did not mind it at all!
The doctor wanted to euthanize him. She said that we would put more pain on our dog because the recovery is slow and his healing is critical as he is an old dog. But we belive that our dog truly does not want to die. We believe that an animal knows when to let go, and animals are less attached to this world than us; they are able to accept reality more easily. When I looked at my dog before we decided whether or not to do surgery on him, I felt that he was still the same dog. Yes, he was in pain with his right leg but he acted as if he wanted to fight back
He wasnt sad nor was he crying nor wimping. He would get up from his bed and try to play. That is when I knew that my dog, if he can decide for himself when to die- does not want to die now.
It was the best decision we have made for him.
Now he is recovering and he is happier and more alive than before
He no longer feels pain. The doctor made blood tests and the result was astonishing. He no longer has a low blood count and the doctor noticed how lively he is more than before. In the end, the doctor actually admitted to us that we made the right choice and that she was thankful we did not give up so easily. Now, we even made a wheelchair for him!