Another bad weekend.
Suzu had been failing for the last year or so, losing muscle mass, and at some point coordinated use of her hind legs.
Even so, she was able to get around and feed herself. When I got home
Monday, she had, for no apparent reason, lost the use of her left front
leg. She has holding it up, and when I extended it, she had 'paw drop' -
no control of it.
I was able to feed her and get her
to drink by use of a large syringe. Tuesday and Wednesday, she had a
fairly decent appetite, and drank pretty well. Since Wednesday,
however, her appetite started to disappear, and she would not drink as
much water. (And, lemmie tell ya, when a Shiba says 'No', she means
'No, dammit!!')
I discussed her situation with a couple of
friends. Though about building a cart for her so she could get around.
No consensus from my friends, and I wasn't sure that a cart wold make
any real difference. So, this morning, I decided that a trip to the vet
for a consult was in order. (OK, I was pretty sure I knew what was going to happen, but 'consult' let me get us out the door and into the car.)
I took her to the same
clinic I took
Dakota about three years ago, and was happy to see that the same vet was
there - Dr. Lisa Miller. I had worked with her when it came time to
let Koda go, so I knew that we were in the best of hands.
Her
assessment was honest, unadorned, sympathetic, and not good. A cart wouldn't be of
use. Suzu's dog breath indicated that her kidneys were starting to
fail. Her left pupil was fixed and small, which suggested a lesion or
possible stroke, which would account for the loss of use of her front
leg. The prognosis wasn't any better - nothing to be done to alleviate
any of the symptoms, and I could expect her to crash rapidly in the near
future.
All of which confirmed my thinking, so I
decided to let her go. I held her while Dr. Miller administered the
drug. Suzu slipped peacefully and quitely. She was almost 16 1/2 years
old, which I understand is a bit exceptional for a Shiba Inu.
A bit of her life in pictures, below the fold.
So long, sweetie. I miss you.