- 3 years ago
- Wedding: August 2012
It’s windy. It’s snowing. It’s cold. And I’m just exhausted from the longest and most emotionally draining 18 hours I have had in a great while.
For the whole story, go here
Friday, my friend called and all but begged me to come and keep her company as she monitored her brother’s dog… a nearly 3 hour drive at her request. We were going out to dinner Saturday so we were going to make a weekend out of it. When I got there, the dog just looked tired. She wagged her tail from the couch wrapped in blankets and gave me the “I love you so much pet me now” look. My friend said that she had been rating the gatorade ice cubes without incident and even ate a little bit of plain rice. She hadn’t vomited, but she still had diarrhea. So we researched some vet clinics and made some calls hoping to take her the next day (today). She had a list of about 4 she thought she would be able to afford we talked a little watched some movies and kept an eye on the dog.
We put the dog on the couch, wrapped her in a few blankets and towels around her rear in case she got sick. For a good bit of the evening the dog seemed fine, just very tired. She kept plopping her head on the nearest lap and demand pets and cuddles. Don’t blame her at all.
Then around 11, she started throwing up again and had diarrhea twice. We gave her a bath to clean her off since she hadn’t really made it off the couch when she got sick (an interesting task to lift her up the stairs between a 15week pregnant woman and a 103lbs soaking wet weakling) and gave her another ice cube to hydrate her. Around 2am, we called the emergency 24-hour vet and were there by 3am. She was going downhill and she was just. so. sick. It took us a while to get her in the car and I sat in the back with her to try and keep her comfortable. She was just begging for relief.
When we got to the vet they immediately gave her IV fluids and we explained our limited funds and asked what our options were for treatment that would be best for the dog. They told us to surrender the dog or euthanize her as she was clearly, at that point suffering. My friend asked what the outcome was for survival if we surrendered and they didn’t seem overly optimistic. We said we would surrender the dog… until…
It came out that the dog was not ours. They said they really needed owners permission to surrender the dog. My friend surprised the hell out of me when she started spilling the case of cruelty against her brother. They agreed to take a report and forward it to animal control. In the meantime, we had to sit and wait for animal control to get there so they could take our statements (moreso my friends because I had not physically witnessed or seen the neglect) In the meantime, the vet techs took the dog and tried to make her comfortable and do what they could.
It was nearly 8am when we finally got to meet with the officers from animal control and they agreed that what we were describing was at best animal neglect and all they needed to do was see the basement and the dog could be surrendered without owner consent. Since they didnt have a warrant, my friend drove to take pics of the basement as “proof.” It was enough. they finished the report and the vet stated that at this point the dog needed humane treatment and vouched that surrendering the dog was best but they still said we needed to contact the original owner
My friend called her brother and asked permission to surrender the dog. At first he refused based on cost, but my friend fought him and he agreed. Since he was a trucker, he couldn’t sign any of the paperwork but the vet took the verbal confirmation along with my friends signature.
Around 10am we paid the $50 to surrender the dog, but the dog was continuing to deteriorate and they said they were more than likely going to run some blood panels to at least see what it was and then put her down. We said our goodbyes to her. Told her she was a good girl and that we loved her. And then we cried the entire way home and made the decision to cancel our plans for dinner since I just wanted to go home and sleep and my friend felt the same way.
So I’m now home as I just drove home as quickly as possible. I’m lying in bed because I’m exhausted and I’m still crying because it was awful. And my sweet darling girl is right here with her head resting on my stomach, only knowing that her mom is sad and she wants to make it better.
I know this is long and for those that followed the story from Thursday, thanks for your advice and support and your outrage on behalf of this poor animal. Know that her last hours were spent being loved and cared for the best way we knew how and know that there is an investigation now pending on this jackass.
Hug your furbabies today just a little bit more. They deserve it.