THIS post, my golden retriever had a lung tumor. After weighing all the possibilities I decided that the best thing for her and myself was to spoil her, keep her happy, and comfortable until other decisions had to be made.
On August 6, 30 days after finding the tumor, I woke up to an ADR Daisy. If you don't know what ADR means...in veterinary medicine it means Ain't Doing Right. She would barely get up, was having a hard time breathing, but the whole time she looked like she was smiling at me. I got dressed, helped her to the car, and called my best friend at work to let her know we were coming. Of course, it was Saturday, none of her doctors were at the clinic, I started to panic even more. Not to say that the doctors that were there couldn't help me but I didn't want to start having to explain from the beginning what was going on. Luckily, they called her doctor for me and she rushed over. After a few basic tests and having a IV catheter placed, I knew what was wrong. She had already been bleeding into her chest and now she was bleeding into her lungs.
There was only one thing to do, I knew this. But uttering those words were heartbreaking. I just remembering a lot of crying and saying that it was time. I felt like the world was spinning and crashing around us. I knew that I wanted to go outside for our last moments together. I didn't and still don't want to associate my work place with losing my own animal. So there we sat, under a tree together. We waited on J to meet us. We said our good byes and she relaxed. Daisy was finally comfortable; no pain, no suffering. She lived a wonderful life and was a great dog and friend to me.