We just passed the five week mark of losing Blaze. The time has been a blur as most of the focus has been on Chance. Who is doing fine by the way. No major changes and that is good, because when it changes, that means the liver is failing. Which can happen at any time. One minute everything is fine and the next they crash. That was what happened to Blaze. We took her to the vet for her heartworm test and to have the fluid drained out of abdomen, she walked out of the vet's office and into the van. When we got home, she walked in the house and collapsed on the floor, eagle spread. We were shocked, but I attributed it to her hip dysplasia, getting up and down several times the day before going in and out, and the fact she had to stand to have her abdomen drained. Figured she was just exhausted from all the spent energy. She hadn't ate the last couple of days and we thought she just needed to regain her strength. We didn't know she was going into liver failure. Nothing prepped us for this.
We had to carry her with towels to take her inside and outside. By the second day she was weaker, refused to eat and still would only lay spread eagle. She wasn't getting better, she was getting worse. Unfortunately, we didn't know her liver was failing and it was all happening so fast. That's we discovered her stool was black and looked like coffee grounds, she was bleeding internally from her upper GI. It all went downhill from there. Even with medicine, nothing could stop what was happening before our eyes. Most of time she was out of it, but she had her alert moments. Making the decision even harder.
We talked with our vet, we still couldn't totally comprehend what was happening to our girl. I felt like we weren't getting any clear answers as to what direction to take. The shock and disbelief were overwhelming. But by the third night we knew she wasn't going to get better, she was barely functioning, except to drink water. I stayed up with Blaze cleaning up her rear and comforting her as she was bleeding heavy through the night.
It was time to make that decision.
We took her in the next day, on a Sunday, at 2:15pm, in our van, as our vet assisted in the cross over for Blaze. The vet at one end while Mark and I were looking into Blaze's eyes for the last time, saying our good-byes.
It was quick and painless and Blaze was finally set free from the wretched body that had betrayed her in the end. It was over. Her pain was over.
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