Monday, May 17, 2010
Stoner had a rough night. She was having difficulty walking. Her breathing was labored. She didn't have much interest in breakfast. Beagles are NOT picky eaters. So I took this to be a sign of serious problems. I sat on the kitchen floor and got her to eat some of her breakfast. I took her to the vet and left her there while I went to work my volunteer shift at the local aquarium. They were supposed to run tests and figure out next steps. Anyway, when I got back to the vet later in the day, I could hear Stoner baying like a good Beagle does. When they brought her out, she was looking good because she was feeling good. They could have done invasive things/tests. But, the vet checked her over and felt that she was in pain and, as a result, it kind of spiraled everything else into a bigger problem. He gave her a Tramadol which helped manage the pain, which helped relax the contractions/tensions in her abdomen, which helped relax her diaphragm, which helped her be able to breathe better in spite of the congestive heart failure. We talked about how changed she looked from how she was when I had dropped her off this morning. We agreed that she is an old dog. That there were not going to be heroic efforts or invasive efforts made to change that she will not be around much longer. Maybe a few weeks, maybe a few months. But, with the Tramadol, Stoner has a pain-less quality of life now. It is making a difference. A remarkable difference. Would you believe when we got home, the first thing she did was go directly to her food bowl. My Beagle is back. I talked with the vet today that when the time comes for Stoner to go on to her next big adventure, I wanted to be with her and that I wanted the vet to sedate her first before she was euthanized. He agreed absolutely.