It is with a heavy heart that I write this to inform you that Trixie passed away this evening. She was fine yesterday and now she’s gone.
Trixie had been having issues with her rear end and/or girly parts off and on but especially for the last month or so. She had been to the vet three times in as many weeks, most recently this past Monday. All tests she had turned out okay. She was put on antibiotics and another med to try to knock out any infection that might be there. She seemed fine on Tuesday, acting perfectly normal.
About 11:00 pm Tuesday night I awoke to the sound of her throwing up. I looked up and she was sitting on the carpeted steps I built so the dogs could get up on the bed, having just thrown up on the floor of the bedroom. She would then go in and drink a lot of water, much more than she normally would, and a minute or two later would throw that up. This went on several times and I was up with her most of the night cleaning and comforting her. It seemed like she was trying to drink as much water as possible in order to throw up and get whatever was bothering her out. She vomited mostly water by now but everywhere including on the bed twice. She settled down a little about sunrise and I was able to get a couple of hours of sleep. When I got up I called the vet and we thought that she might be having a reaction to one of the new meds. They told me to stop the meds and see if she’d stop vomiting and to bring her in tomorrow if she was still sick.
Trixie pretty much laid around during the day but it became obvious that she wasn’t eating and she was getting weaker and that we needed to get her to the emergency vet. My wife got home from work and we put her in the back seat of the car and I sat next to her on the ride to the vet. I was trying to comfort her as her breathing was labored and about halfway to the vet, I told Pat to pull over somewhere because she had stopped breathing.
We took a few moments and then continued to the vet clinic and they were as nice as they could be. They will cremate her and we’re going to get a clay cast of her paw.
We are sad beyond belief and I’ve lost the best dog I ever had. Trixie was so smart and so loving and definitely a daddy’s girl. Trixie was about 11 or 12 years old, we don’t know for sure.
Hug your loved ones and your pets! You just never know.
