donna
02-11-2007, 08:04 PM
Millie was the most beautiful greyhound you could ever meet, inside and out.
I had the pleasure of being her owner for 6 years. She was a retired racer but only 2 1/2 years old when I got her. She was company for Milo, another retired racer but he sadly died a few months after Millie came into my life.
We had been through some of the hardest years of my life together. She adored me and I adored her. I gave her the best life I could. She was so gentle and pretty, I called her my princess.
She had to deal with various injuries over the years, mainly from running too fast in circles, but was always brave and always came to me if she had so much as stood on a stone with her pretty little paws, holding it up until I kissed it better and gave it a rub she would miraculously recover and run off again happliy. She was never naughty, I could leave my dinner on the floor and knew she woudn't touch it. The only thing was when she had her dinner she would come back into the living room and rub her dirty nose and mouth all over the sofa.
Due to another shoulder injury she hadn't been allowed off the lead for a few weeks and was put on a second dose of metacam last week, she was due to start physio next week.
Yesterday she had what I initially thought was just a stomach upset. She kept asking to go outside and eat grass. within hours she was being sick and had terrible dioarreah with some blood in it. She began panting and crying,
I took her straight to the vet, she did her usual little dance on the floor as I got her lead out to go and wagged her tail. I knew she wouldn't be happy when we got to the vets because she has always been petrified.
I explained her symtoms to the vet who was not unduly concerned but wanted to admit her so as not to get dehydrated. I said I wasn't happy to leave her there because she got so distressed and the vet agreed I could take some medication home with her. While I was sitting back in the waiting room and the vet was explaining the meds to me, Millie was standing infront of me. She was panting heavily but that was usual for her when I took her to the vets, she just hated being there. She suddenly looked me straight in the eye then collapsed, I just managed to catch her head before it hit the floor. The vet scopped her up and ran with her, she was yelping then passed out again. She was bleeding from her back passage.
The next few moments I felt as if I wasn't there, this couldn't be real. there was such commotion around her as they tried to resusitate her.
I walked out and sat on a bench outside. A few minutes later the vet came towards me, I knew what she was going to say, she had tears in her eyes.
Millie was gone. I somehow managed to go back in and see her, I kissed and cuddled her and said my goodbyes.
I couldn't bear for her beautiful body to go through an autopsy, but the most likely cause was a severe reaction to the metacam I had been giving her for her lame shoulder which I found out later can cause fatal internal bleeding.
The guilt I feel is unimaginable. I was slowly poisoning my own dog. If I hadn't taken her back to the vets last week and accepted the metacam she would be with me now.
I am writing this because I can't accept she has gone, I feel as though she's still here with me, I just hope that wherever she is she knows how much I loved her and only ever tried to help her, but I let her down, I feel like I have betrayed her trust in me to care for her always.
I know anyone reading this post will understand the unbearble pain I am feeling.
We spent all our time together, went on holidays together, sat on the sofa together, slept on my bed togther, although she had two beds, one downstairs and one upstairs, but she wanted to be close to me all the time.
I will miss her smell, I loved to sniff her, I loved to watch her dreaming with her tail wagging and barking at rabbits in her sleep. I loved hearing her pitter patter of her feet as she trotted over to me for a cuddle. The way she would push me out the way so she could lie down and watch me do my hair in the morning. The way she would nuzzle her nose under my arm to make me tickle her head. Of course the worst thing will be her not waiting for me behind the door when I come home, throwing her toys in the air in exitement.
Millie was a healthy dog, fully enjoying her life. She was an angel on this earth, she must now be an angel in heaven.
Time will help me heal my heart, she will live with me forever in my heart.
For all the pain I am going through, I would do it all over again, I have to remember all the wonderful times we had, her life was cut short but I think she was happy, and for that I am grateful.
God bless Millie, until we meet again in another world, thankyou for the richness you gave to my life
I will always love and remember you x
I had the pleasure of being her owner for 6 years. She was a retired racer but only 2 1/2 years old when I got her. She was company for Milo, another retired racer but he sadly died a few months after Millie came into my life.
We had been through some of the hardest years of my life together. She adored me and I adored her. I gave her the best life I could. She was so gentle and pretty, I called her my princess.
She had to deal with various injuries over the years, mainly from running too fast in circles, but was always brave and always came to me if she had so much as stood on a stone with her pretty little paws, holding it up until I kissed it better and gave it a rub she would miraculously recover and run off again happliy. She was never naughty, I could leave my dinner on the floor and knew she woudn't touch it. The only thing was when she had her dinner she would come back into the living room and rub her dirty nose and mouth all over the sofa.
Due to another shoulder injury she hadn't been allowed off the lead for a few weeks and was put on a second dose of metacam last week, she was due to start physio next week.
Yesterday she had what I initially thought was just a stomach upset. She kept asking to go outside and eat grass. within hours she was being sick and had terrible dioarreah with some blood in it. She began panting and crying,
I took her straight to the vet, she did her usual little dance on the floor as I got her lead out to go and wagged her tail. I knew she wouldn't be happy when we got to the vets because she has always been petrified.
I explained her symtoms to the vet who was not unduly concerned but wanted to admit her so as not to get dehydrated. I said I wasn't happy to leave her there because she got so distressed and the vet agreed I could take some medication home with her. While I was sitting back in the waiting room and the vet was explaining the meds to me, Millie was standing infront of me. She was panting heavily but that was usual for her when I took her to the vets, she just hated being there. She suddenly looked me straight in the eye then collapsed, I just managed to catch her head before it hit the floor. The vet scopped her up and ran with her, she was yelping then passed out again. She was bleeding from her back passage.
The next few moments I felt as if I wasn't there, this couldn't be real. there was such commotion around her as they tried to resusitate her.
I walked out and sat on a bench outside. A few minutes later the vet came towards me, I knew what she was going to say, she had tears in her eyes.
Millie was gone. I somehow managed to go back in and see her, I kissed and cuddled her and said my goodbyes.
I couldn't bear for her beautiful body to go through an autopsy, but the most likely cause was a severe reaction to the metacam I had been giving her for her lame shoulder which I found out later can cause fatal internal bleeding.
The guilt I feel is unimaginable. I was slowly poisoning my own dog. If I hadn't taken her back to the vets last week and accepted the metacam she would be with me now.
I am writing this because I can't accept she has gone, I feel as though she's still here with me, I just hope that wherever she is she knows how much I loved her and only ever tried to help her, but I let her down, I feel like I have betrayed her trust in me to care for her always.
I know anyone reading this post will understand the unbearble pain I am feeling.
We spent all our time together, went on holidays together, sat on the sofa together, slept on my bed togther, although she had two beds, one downstairs and one upstairs, but she wanted to be close to me all the time.
I will miss her smell, I loved to sniff her, I loved to watch her dreaming with her tail wagging and barking at rabbits in her sleep. I loved hearing her pitter patter of her feet as she trotted over to me for a cuddle. The way she would push me out the way so she could lie down and watch me do my hair in the morning. The way she would nuzzle her nose under my arm to make me tickle her head. Of course the worst thing will be her not waiting for me behind the door when I come home, throwing her toys in the air in exitement.
Millie was a healthy dog, fully enjoying her life. She was an angel on this earth, she must now be an angel in heaven.
Time will help me heal my heart, she will live with me forever in my heart.
For all the pain I am going through, I would do it all over again, I have to remember all the wonderful times we had, her life was cut short but I think she was happy, and for that I am grateful.
God bless Millie, until we meet again in another world, thankyou for the richness you gave to my life
I will always love and remember you x