Hello everyone,
We had a Golden named Sydney, she died Sunday at the age of 11yrs 5 months.
About 2 weeks ago I filled her bowl for breakfast and she looked at her food and went and layed down. I knew she must have been feeling bad because she always ate. I just thought she must have a little bug or something and really didn't get to concerned at that point. For the next 4 or 5 days she ate on and off and I switched her food thinking she might just be tired of eating the same thing. Then we noticed her breathing harder than normal and I got very concerned. We noticed this labored breathing on the weekend so Monday afternoon we took her to the vet. They did a chest xray and said that her heart was enlarged and she was full of fluid. They showed us the xray and it was very cloudy because of the fluid. They gave us 2 medications to try for her. One was suppose to help circulation and the other was suppose to reduce the fluid. I thought she was getting a little better but not sure. I went back to talk to my vet on friday and discussed the situation. I could tell that he was concerned that she wasn't much better. Saturday morning she ate and layed down and wouldn't get back up. She had not been this bad up to this point. Up till this point she was getting up, walking around and asking for her attention and to be petted. I went back to talk to my vet at about 11:30 and I didn't take her with me because they were closing at 12 and she hated going to the vet. He told me that he thought she had a bleeding cancer tumor and that's why the meds weren't helping. He said he thinks the fluid is blood and these meds won't help that. They were closing so I made her an appointment for Monday to have him check her for cancer. She continued to decline saturday and had no energy at all. Saturday evening our kids that are grown now but grew up with her came to see her and loved on her all evening. Even though she was feeling bad she was loving all the attention. That evening she started throwing up and I was getting very torn about what to do. We decide to try to get through the night and see if she was any better in the morning. My wife and I slept right next to her. I kept an eye on her all night and I could tell she was uncomfortable and wasn't sleeping. At times her abdomen would contract and she would moan. I'm not sure what was causing that. At about 4:30am I noticed something was really wrong and got up to check on her. She was clinching her teeth very tight and I knew she was in pain. I became frantic and called the ER to make sure we could get her in because it was time. I couldn't stand to see her suffer. As we were getting dressed I heard what sounded like her throwing up again and I ran to check on her. She was squirming around on the floor and I couldn't even stand to watch so I ran back to my room to finish getting dressed. I rushed back to her and she was gone. She was not breathing and was dead.
I'm really struggling with the fact that she suffered. She was way too good and didn't deserve to suffer at all. I was trying to do what was best for her and save her but it didn't work out. The only good thing is she died at home, she hated going to the vet and she got that last day with the kids that she grew up with and loved.
I just really miss her and wish she was still here. She was the best!
We had a Golden named Sydney, she died Sunday at the age of 11yrs 5 months.
About 2 weeks ago I filled her bowl for breakfast and she looked at her food and went and layed down. I knew she must have been feeling bad because she always ate. I just thought she must have a little bug or something and really didn't get to concerned at that point. For the next 4 or 5 days she ate on and off and I switched her food thinking she might just be tired of eating the same thing. Then we noticed her breathing harder than normal and I got very concerned. We noticed this labored breathing on the weekend so Monday afternoon we took her to the vet. They did a chest xray and said that her heart was enlarged and she was full of fluid. They showed us the xray and it was very cloudy because of the fluid. They gave us 2 medications to try for her. One was suppose to help circulation and the other was suppose to reduce the fluid. I thought she was getting a little better but not sure. I went back to talk to my vet on friday and discussed the situation. I could tell that he was concerned that she wasn't much better. Saturday morning she ate and layed down and wouldn't get back up. She had not been this bad up to this point. Up till this point she was getting up, walking around and asking for her attention and to be petted. I went back to talk to my vet at about 11:30 and I didn't take her with me because they were closing at 12 and she hated going to the vet. He told me that he thought she had a bleeding cancer tumor and that's why the meds weren't helping. He said he thinks the fluid is blood and these meds won't help that. They were closing so I made her an appointment for Monday to have him check her for cancer. She continued to decline saturday and had no energy at all. Saturday evening our kids that are grown now but grew up with her came to see her and loved on her all evening. Even though she was feeling bad she was loving all the attention. That evening she started throwing up and I was getting very torn about what to do. We decide to try to get through the night and see if she was any better in the morning. My wife and I slept right next to her. I kept an eye on her all night and I could tell she was uncomfortable and wasn't sleeping. At times her abdomen would contract and she would moan. I'm not sure what was causing that. At about 4:30am I noticed something was really wrong and got up to check on her. She was clinching her teeth very tight and I knew she was in pain. I became frantic and called the ER to make sure we could get her in because it was time. I couldn't stand to see her suffer. As we were getting dressed I heard what sounded like her throwing up again and I ran to check on her. She was squirming around on the floor and I couldn't even stand to watch so I ran back to my room to finish getting dressed. I rushed back to her and she was gone. She was not breathing and was dead.
I'm really struggling with the fact that she suffered. She was way too good and didn't deserve to suffer at all. I was trying to do what was best for her and save her but it didn't work out. The only good thing is she died at home, she hated going to the vet and she got that last day with the kids that she grew up with and loved.
I just really miss her and wish she was still here. She was the best!