I've read so many of these posts with tear-filled eyes, hugging my babies tight and dreading this moment. On Thursday, May 10th we unexpectedly lost our Rags after 10 years. He began not finishing his meals and seeming a little lethargic. The vet said he was anemic, but all blood work was fine. A scan revealed rumors on his spleen and surgery was scheduled for the 11th. Because he kept throwing up and began refusing to eat (except ham!) the vet said to do the surgery Thursday afternoon. So we dropped him off and they whisked him away, we did not do a thorough goodbye as we were assured he was a good candidate for surgery with strong heart and lungs. Just two hours later the vet called to say he didn't make it. I panicked and didn't know what to do. He said the tumors were on his liver as well and as he was about to call us Rags' heart stopped. 25 minutes of compressions and direct injections couldn't get it going. I don't know how this happened. My husband and I had to go see his little body to say good-bye. My heart is broken. It took absolutely everything for my husband to leave his body. We spent the entire night on the couch numb, crying.
Our house feels so empty we don't know what to do. At every turn there is a reminder of him, his bowl, leash, toys. He was such a noisy, active guy and his little sister is so quiet the house feels empty. Rosie is heartbroken as well and looks for him every time we come home. The first day we left her alone the neighbors said she cried and barked all day, something they never heard before. We love Rosie very much and are so grateful to still have her, but something felt different with him. Rags seemed to have a deeper connection and understand more. Maybe this is due to my husband getting him at 8 weeks as opposed to 1 year old with Rosie.
We are so sad and angry because he was taken too soon. He was still active and jumping up on his lawn chair to sunbathe that very morning. My mind will not believe that he is gone. I can't even stand to look at a picture of him as it is too painful. It seems as though no one quite understands the magnitude of this loss and I knew those here would. He was truly the love of our life and our baby. I still can't imagine not being able to cuddle him, smell him, kiss his floppy face or hear all his wonderful noises. Thanks so much for reading. He was truly a special pug and I don't think my heart will ever fully heal.