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| Seth and Clifford - 2004 |
I've been struggling with my dog, Clifford. He had a
shoulder injury that seemed to be getting better thanks to the vet and pain
medication.
Monday I got up at 3:30am to go to work and I couldn't find
Clifford. After searching the house, I found him sitting in the bathtub just
staring at the wall. Not laying down, just staring. He wouldn't even look at
me.
Right then I knew my baby was dying. For anyone that has
seen the death look in an animal knows the look.
By time the vet opened at 8:00am Clifford was in shock,
needed blood transfusions and was admitted to the doggy hospital. He had an
ultrasound later that afternoon, and the diagnoses was cancer. It’s through his
whole abdomen, in his liver and spleen. Most likely will spread to his lungs
next.
I am devastated.
You see.. Clifford is our dog. Seth got him for me for my
birthday in 2004. He was just six weeks old and has been my baby since the
first time I laid eyes on him.
Through Seth’s death, he was my rock. I remember shortly
after the funeral I was sitting on the couch hysterically crying. Clifford came
up and put his head on my shoulder and licked the tears off my face. I realized
that even though he was grieving (both my dogs went through a really weird
grief stage) he was able to put his own pain and grief aside and take care of
me.
Fast forward to now. I have decided to not do treatment on
Clifford, other than pain management. After all, there isn't anything the vet
can do other then blood transfusions every couple weeks.. which would mean he
would need to be hospitalized every couple weeks. I.just.can’t.do.it. I can’t
put him in the scary hospital for a short term solution. I can't put him through fear and pain for my own selfish reasons.
I have been in panic mode since Monday. Taking care of
Clifford. Trying to make sure he is comfortable until it’s time to send him
home to his daddy. Every night we are up several times a night, shoving pain
pills down his throat and his multiple trips to the potty.
I am exhausted.
I am angry. Pissed off at Seth. Pissed that because my
husband killed himself I am doing this alone. Pissed off that my husband isn't
protecting us, yet again.
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Clifford rolling around in the grass and sunshine.
Despite the fact that he is dying, he finds joy in the simple pleasures. |
Shortly after Clifford’s diagnoses I had the following
dream.
I was walking into a sporting goods store. I knew exactly where I
was going and what I needed (Can’t remember what I needed). As I walked into
the store, Seth was standing there with two of his friends. I thought SHIT.
Pretend like you don’t see him, just walk past him fast, maybe he won’t see
me.
After I quickly walked past Seth and his friends, Seth came
up behind me. He kept kicking me in the butt and back, with each kick it would
launch me forward. After the third or fourth kick he said “What, you just going
to pretend like you don’t know me??”
I was furious. I whipped my head around and yelled at him. “You
haven’t talked to me in three years. You just up and disappeared. You left me,
and now expect me to pretend like I’m happy to see you??”
He didn't get the clue. He continued “What’s up, what’s new?”
“I don’t need your shit today. Clifford is dying. He was
just diagnosed with cancer. The last thing I need is your shit.”
He started crying “don’t lie to me, Clifford can’t be dying,
how did this happen?”
I was so angry I could have choked him. “If you were around
for the last three years and were part of our family, you would know all this.
Instead you abounded us and left us to figure out all this shit on our own.”
I woke up. I woke up angry. I couldn't shake the look in
Seth’s eyes when I told him Clifford was dying.
Looking back the dream seems symbolic. Seth kicking me repeatedly
when I don’t have the energy to get back up. Like in real life, I can’t recover
from one thing before I get kicked back to my knees. Obviously I am angry Seth
isn't here and my anger came out in my dream.
This is one of the worst things I have been through. It is
completely devastating. I never imagined having one of my dogs die would be
this devastating.
Today I reached my breaking point and asked for help. I have a friend coming to stay the night and be on Clifford duty for the night, so I can grieve and sleep.. and know my baby is being taken care of.
The silver lining in it all? When Clifford’s time has come I
can have a vet come to our home and send him home to Seth. I don’t have to take
him to the scary vet’s office and have him die on a cold metal table. He can be
at home with his friends, family and doggy sister Juna.
I find peace in knowing I can put him out of his pain. I
find anger in knowing I couldn't just put my husband to sleep and put him out
of his suffering rather than him shooting himself alone in the mountains.
