We knew the time was drawing nigh. So a week ago, Saturday, my husband grilled salmon for Elgin and fed him with a fork. We have a very sophisticated Dogue, after all!
The next evening, he grilled filet mignon, and again fed Elgin with a fork. I’d like to reiterate that Elgin oozed sophistication, but I think it was the other stuff he oozed that prompted the use of the fork, now that I think about it. My husband’s a smart guy.
So we watched his every move during this past week, because we could clearly see that the leg was hurting him. He was such a stoic dog, it was difficult to judge really how much it hurt. I upped his Rimadyl, and it had no effect on him. He was shaky on that leg and could barely make it up onto the couch on his own. But boy, did he rally when it was time to go to the park! I was hesitant to take him, knowing how sore and weak he was, but once I got him there, he hopped around like there was nothing wrong. He peed on everything, sniffed around like a bloodhound, and really relished his time in the sunshine. There were a few times he tried to play with his browndog girlfriend, but couldn’t support his weight on that leg when he really wanted to lunge and run at her. He just sort of lurched at her and scooted his rear closer.
After agonizing together, neither my husband nor myself wanted to make that final decision of calling the vet to schedule that last appointment. But Friday morning I couldn’t take the thought of Elgin’s pain getting any worse and I made the appointment for Monday (today) at 9:45am. That would give us one last weekend. Almost as soon as I made the appointment, it was really strange, Elgin’s pain seemed to increase greatly. He was panting hard, scooting from place to place around the house, and apparently not able to find a comfortable spot. It got so bad on Saturday morning that I broke out the pain meds UC Davis sent us home with when Elgin came home from his amputation. He now had Rimadyl AND gabapentin onboard, and once the gabapentin kicked in, he relaxed and was able to sleep and looked much more comfortable when he woke up. We began to wonder if Monday was too far away…
We stayed close to home this weekend, except for when we went out to buy him a big, juicy bone, and special food. We brushed him, fed him treats like crazy, and laid on the floor with him a lot, cuddling. Neighbors came to visit him and say goodbye, and tears were shed.
I won’t go into a description of how this morning went, because I just don’t think I can. But we did what we could to make it peaceful and not scary for him.
Run free on four strong legs, Elgin.