My Henry dog died

So I’m not entirely sure what happened. He has been in more pain over the last few months. We got him Tramadol from the vet, which helped. He has had a lot of good days, but slowly been unable to walk very far.

Since the girls have been here on the weekends, he has been doing fair. He would have moments where he was up and kinda playful. He enjoyed the half million biscuits that the girls would give him when no one was paying attention. I’m trying to rack my brain to see if I missed something, but he was OK this weekend.

Last night when I got home from work I put him outside. When he came back in I noticed that he didn’t make it far before he flopped down on the rug. I figured he was hurting so I attempted to give him a tramadol with some dog food. He wouldn’t have anything to do with it, and almost acted like he was gagging when he got some in his mouth.

His respirations were 85 last night. I’ve always picked him up with my snuggie to cuddle him whenever he feels bad, so that’s what I did last night. I put him to bed and kinda expected him to not be here this morning. He went outside this morning, was able to get around a little. Then I noticed he kinda collapsed next to my truck, so I picked him up and brought him in. I said a lot of my goodbyes last night.

Unfortunately I had to go to work today (which by the way I got the management position today). When I got home he looked so pitiful. Breathing so fast, poor thing was pooping blood 🙁  I told The Gent if he didn’t die tonight he would absolutely have to be put down tomorrow. I just knew he was in pain and there was nothing we could do.

He was responsive when I got home around midnight. I just petted him, and cleaned him, and hoped he wouldn’t make it through the night. He kept kicking his leg so I thought maybe he wanted to move. I picked him up and he was pretty much limp, eyes were watering. I crushed a tramadol and rubbed it on his gums. I was about to crush up 2 or 3 more and hope to OD him on them. He was shivering so I wrapped him up in a blanket. Not much long later I noticed him breathing slower. I was able to rub and try to be there for him when he took his last breath.

I’m sorry if it really really sucks to read this, but I wanted to write it tonight. I rubbed him for a long time after he died. Cleaned him up and wrapped him in OUR snuggie.

I feel really sad, but I know his last years were great. He was a hunting dog who had a shitty life. He found us and went from sleeping outside when it was below zero with ribs showing to fat and happy. He was retired, he had a king size bed, and was spoiled rotten. I know every time he felt bad I snuggled with him. He ate biscuits and wet dog food. Learned how to beg. I know I got to be there when he took his last breath.

I left the girl dog out while he passed away. I let her see him after we wrapped him up.

Until Next time

later