Post by allthehounds on Oct 16, 2015 3:39:12 GMT -5
Thank you all for your responses. It helps to know that I'm not alone at this terrible time. I have decided to go for palliative care as I know Stanley would not cope with losing his front leg. As you all say it is only me that can make this decision as I know my dog. It is definitely the hardest decision I have ever had to make. Lots of love to you all xx ps Sian I will drop u an email xx
It really is one of the hardest decisions you'll ever have to make and you'll probably end up second guessing yourself the whole time but I've done that whatever option I've chosen. It's difficult to try and stay positive rather than thinking about the "what-if's" but you want to make the most of whatever time you have left with Stanley and remember he doesn't know what's happening so try and enjoy your time together. The pain can be controlled effectively with the right drugs although as I said in my original post, Ringo's pain became too much almost straight away whereas Ernie's didn't and was completely manageable, again it depends on the individual dog and the tumour itself. There is that risk of the bone breaking if you don't opt for amputation but again you can manage this by regular x-rays to check the bone or restricting running and jumping. As I said with Ernie we knew the bone hadn't been weakened by the tumour and didn't want to restrict his lifestyle. After discussing it with our vet he gave us an injection with morphine in to keep in the fridge so that if the worse happened and Ernie was in pain we could knock him out straight away before taking him to the vet and that gave us some extra security. We never had to use that though and we made the decision to let him go when we could see he wasn't enjoying life as much as he used to. He also had a good death which was important to me and the arrangements were made in advance, he was sedated in the back of our van with myself and my husband sitting with him before the final injection was given and then we drove straight to the pet cemetery with him and carried him into the little chapel there ourselves. We said our final goodbyes and then took our other greyhound for a walk before returning to collect his ashes. It was important to me that he wasn't away from us for long if that makes sense. I'm still sad when I think about Ernie and writing about his death has resulted in a very soggy keyboard but mostly I remember all the fun we had after his diagnosis and he finally got to eat all his favourite things. He'd been waiting 7 years for a cheese burger from McDonalds and as it disappeared in two big gulps I'm not sure it was worth the wait but it's little things like that I remember and they make me smile now. Big hugs for you both and I hope Stanley has still got lots of good quality time ahead yet.
Sian xx