I’m not myself right now. We had to say goodbye to Mr. Pug yesterday and I feel blind-sided. I mean, he was only perfectly healthy for two years while we had him (2009-2011) and then he developed allergies to everything – meat, dairy, soy, wheat, corn, and pollen. But he had been stable since early 2012. Well, stable-ish.
About 6 weeks ago, Mr. Pug’s normal Pug-cough got worse. I took him to the vet, they didn’t hear any fluid in his lungs, and they sent me home with antibiotics (Primor) and doggy Mucinex. It cleared him right up. Then it started up last week. I called Friday and asked for med refills, but they said they rather do chest xrays. So I put him back on doggy Mucinex for the weekend and he was doing better…until yesterday morning – the cough was worse than ever. So I called the vet again and went in at 3pm. A different vet hypothesized that he may have Cushings disease, took xrays, told me he had a collapsed lung, and referred me to an emergency clinic. The emergency clinic took his records, said the xrays stunk and took more, and came back with similarly bad news.
My Pug either had a twisted lung or severe pneumonia, and either of those were probably caused by a bigger issue like Cushings or diabetes. The emergency vet said that it would take either major surgery or 6-8 weeks of major antibiotics and then an ongoing regimen for whatever was the root cause. I asked if he realistically had a good quality of life left for his future. She said that realistically, we had gone really far with Mr. Pug and it was a good time to stop.
I agreed, I cried, and I gave him his favorite head massage while he passed on. I miss him but it was time.
Trying to Remember the Good Stuff
It’s not all sad. I keep smiling about his absolute crazy-love for ice cubes and carrot sticks. I can almost feel him sitting next to me when I’m watching tv. And I sort of miss the sound of his snoring in the kennel outside of our bedroom door. We had more than 5 years together and he was a great friend.
He jumped into my lap and went to sleep 5 minutes after I met him in February 2009 while we were fostering for Pughearts. A few days after we adopted him later that month, he was sniffing around Mr. BFS’ feet while my husband was on the potty, then he lifted his leg and peed right on my husband’s foot. LOL. It never happened again, he just felt the need to mark him that one time. He also was adorable when he nursed on the edges of his pillows. Overall, he was just a great dog.
My only regret is that I didn’t understand that we were nearing the end, so there wasn’t any real time to get used to the idea. With Miss Doxie, I had a whole day to hang out with her before we said goodbye. With Mr. Pug, it was just rush, rush, and then a few minutes before I held his head and said goodbye. I could have taken the evening and returned, but he was having a hard time breathing…it didn’t seem right.
Remember to spend quality time with the people and animals that you love since you don’t really know when it will be their time.