As stated previously, I am an accountant. So guess what yesterday meant to me….EVERYTHING because it was freaking Tax Day. Even though I am currently holding a full time job, I still do taxes on the side and it has been one hell of year for taxes. I’ve taken on wayyyy too much. Next year, I am definitely scaling back. On top of that, I didn’t forget about, I just didn’t have the time to post about it….it was the three year anniversary since we lost out fur baby, Trooper.
I still think about him quite frequently. He was technically our first baby. We went to the Humane Society and my husband fell in love with him. He told me as soon as he saw him that we weren’t leaving there without him. BUT he had a sister. They were in the cage together. I don’t know how we did it, but on a Friday, we left there with just Trooper. I thought about his sister all weekend and I couldn’t believe we left there without her. My husband picked her up the following Monday. They were 10 weeks old when we got them.
Obviously dogs die. It’s a part of life. But, we didn’t expect to lose him a mere 3 1/2 years after we got him. It was a cool, spring night. Scott and I were sleeping with the window open. Trooper and Sable were both outside dogs. I woke up to hear a dog, that I didn’t think was Trooper or Sable, crying like a cry I’d never heard before. I finally woke Scott up because it didn’t stop. We have tons of dogs all around us and I really just didn’t think it was our pups. Scott hollered for me when he went outside to come out there. It looked like Trooper had swallowed a beach ball. It was the saddest thing I’d ever seen. He was physically uncomfortable. He couldn’t hardly breathe. We immediatley packed him up and went to a 24 hour emergency vet. He was taken back immediately and the X-Rays showed he had Gastric Dilatation Volvulus (GDV), aka Bloat. Click here to learn more about bloat in general, signs of bloat, prevention of bloat, etc. His stomach had flipped in the middle of the night. I had never in my life heard of this. I had no idea what this meant. The vet basically explained to us that he would need a $6000 surgery and it wouldn’t guarantee his stomach from flipping again. Scott and I were young, 23 and 25, but we had a house payment, student loans, etc. We did not have the disposable income to just hope that a $6000 surgery would fix it. They told me he may not even come out of it. We made the decision to put him down. Literally one of the worst nights of my life.
I wish I had known about this complication in big dogs earlier. Maybe I could have prevented it. Maybe not, but I always think that I could have. I still have big dogs, and I now try to monitor them a little more closely based on the evidence listed above in the article.
One of my co-workers at the time bought me this little black lab figurine and flowers. I still have the figurine. It sets outside on our landscaping. I’d like to think that it’s Trooper.
Ending with this….I like dogs more than people and I wish they lived longer. Especially my Trooper.
–The Kentucky Momma