So this has been a trying and emotional week even though we were on vacation, which sorta turned into a blessing in disguise.
For our vacation, we were supposed to pick up our granddaughter but that plan went south, which also turned into a blessing in disguise. Our dog, 12 year old Riley, a Lab/Great Pyrenees mix, had not been well since last weekend. Not eating much and very lethargic. She would go for her daily walks but was very slow. She was also having slight nose bleeds. Took her to the vet on Monday and found that she had an abscessed tooth causing the bleeding into the nose. The vet also got some blood work done. Got some antibiotics for her to take twice a day with food. That proved to be challenging as she barely ate anything and only once a day. She also had a fever probably from the infection. Getting her to take the pills was next to impossible.
This continued all week until Friday when we got the lab results that afternoon. High white blood cell count from the infection and high creatinine levels indicating failing kidneys. We then took her to the Vet hospital and she stayed there overnight with an IV antibiotic and more blood tests. Results came in Saturday morning that the kidneys had failed. It was decided to have her euthanized that afternoon. This hospital has a nice setup where there is an outdoor gazebo so you can take your pet for one last walk and not have be in a clinic room.
She passed away peacefully surrounded by myself, my wife and our eldest son. We put her in the back of the Sierra on her bed and blanket and took her home. Finn, the other dog that's living with us (our daughter-in-law's) had been confused why Riley wasn't home and probably knew that she was sick. We took her out of the truck and laid her on the ground. He sniffed her body a couple of times, nudged her nose a little and went on his way. We then loaded her back up, did a slow drive around the neighbourhood where we usually walked, and headed to the family farm to bury her on her bed and blanket with her food and water bowl. She'll be happy here as it was her favourite place as she could run around freely.
She was mostly my wife's dog, constantly coddling her and walking her. She was first the boys' dog but my wife basically took over. She's an emotional wreck right now but she knows that her suffering is over. She didn't even want to walk Finn this morning, letting our son do it. She was also a companion to me and also made me walk more, especially after I had my pulmonary embolism almost 5 years ago. She was an extremely affectionate dog and would still perk up whenever we said the word "walk". She also loved to go camping with us, discovering new places and keeping us company next to the fire. She knew we were going whenever the trailer was hitched up and I opened the door to the truck.
We've already decided to not get another dog. My wife gets too emotionally attached and said she can't go through this again.
This is the last picture of her on her last walk.
Goodbye Riley, forever walking in our hearts