Rest In Peace Our Sweet Angel Boy
Last week I posted about Kidney Disease in dogs. I cannot believe what a world wind of emotions that have went on the last week in our home. Our sweet Sparky was diagnosed with Kidney Disease on Monday, September 30, 2013. He had been sick for two weeks prior to us bringing him to the vet. I had called the vet because his only true symptom was the vomiting. It was happening daily for the most part, but it was not happening multiple times during the day. This lead both the vet and I to believe that his diet was the blame. We were told to put him on a special diet which was three parts rice to one part hamburger. He would get 1/4 cup twice a day for a few days and then move up to 1/2 cup twice a day. While he was on the hamburger and rice things got better. His vomiting decreased and it was maybe once or twice during the week. We followed the instructions to wean him back on to dog food, but changed the brand.
He seemed to do okay with the hamburger and rice diet so we thought that things were improving. Everything else was the same. Sparky was not acting differently, sleeping more, eating less or anything that would lead us to believe that there was a bigger problem. We introduced the new food mixed with the hamburger and rice. Unfortunatly when we did this it was on a Sunday. The vet was not open. We spent all night up with Sparky. He was vomiting a lot. We spent the entire night up with him. He eventually calmed down and was able to get some rest. As soon as the vet was open in the morning I called. They got us in at 1:30pm. We got ready and headed out. During the physical exam the vet didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary. She was pretty complete. We decided that a chemistry panel (blood work) would be the best bet for us. We needed to find out what was going on and nothing was jumping out. The chemistry panels came back and revealed that Sparky had Kidney Disease. The chemistry panel revealed his BUN level was 90 and his Creatinine level was 7. On Tuesday when they retested his levels his BUN level was 82 and his Creatinine level was 6.5. He wasn’t going to get better and all we could do was help him fight.
For a week we faught with Sparky. I gave him IV fluids at home, I gave him special food. I tried to give him every oppurtunity I could. When I rescued Sparky I vowed to never leave him. I knew he would be my companion for years to come. Despite my flaws, my imperfections, Sparky loved me. It was unconditional. In the end it was just too much for him. He couldn’t fight anymore. On Friday, October 4, 2013 our beloved Sparky passed away peacefully with all four of us at his side. As much as I didn’t want to see him pass, I could see the hurt and the exhaustion in his eyes. He was failing to produce urine and he declined all attempts at food or fluids. I have cried and cried. He was my companion. Everyone was gone all day long, the kids at school and my husband at work. It was Sparky and I. He was my nap partner, my work partner, my heart.. He will ALWAYS be my heart. I never knew what it was like to love an animal the way I loved him. I never knew how much I needed him until he was gone. My heart has a hole, a void. My heart will always ache for him. I will never forget him. I cannot wait for him to be back home with me again.
We chose to have Sparky creamated. He will return home to us. We have yet a few more choices to make regarding Sparky. He needs and urn and I need to get a container to store his keepsakes. I never pictured any of this happening. In a matter of just a week I learned all there was to know about canine kidney disease, became a nurse for my dog, spent well over $1000 in vet bills/medicine/special food, faught with everything I could and yet still buried my best friend. Sparky was one month shy of being 8 years old. He had many more years to live. We had many more years to share. It feels so surreal. I don’t feel like any of it truly happened and I am waiting to wake up from the nightmare.
I will never be able to replace Sparky. I could never even begin to. He was my first dog. I had a dog as a child and my mom has had pets since I’ve moved out, but this was MY dog. I rescued and adopted him. I cared for him. I was the one he came to. Time may heal wounds, but it’s not on my side right now.
Rest in peace my sweet angel boy! Mommy will see you again! I love you always and forever!