I have always had animals growing up. They were very loved family pets and I adored them all. The last one that I can truly remember dying or us having it put to sleep was my german shepard. I was 13. I can't remember much on how I felt when my mom told me. I probably cried.
Now I just found out that my dog has heart failure. He has fluid in his lungs. His symptoms started on Saturday and I got him into the vet today. They gave him a shot and a bunch of pills for his heart and fluid on the lungs. His heart is also enlarged. None of this sounds great to me. My vet said he isn't going to die right away but it is going to shorten his life. Everything I have been researching has all told me that he probably ony has a few months to live if that.
So now we have to make him as comfortable as possible. He gets his favorite food everyday as well as his favorite treats. He lost a half pound in the past month or so, which is a lot since he weighs under 10 pounds at a "healthy" weight.
So this is the first time that I will have to cope with the death of "my" animals. I will admit tears have already been shed. They were shed the moment the word heart failure was spoken and than even more when fluids on the lungs was mentioned.
Please say a little prayer for my tough little guy battling it out for his life. He means the world to me.
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