Jake suddenly ran out of luck and was put to sleep at 2:00 A.M. this morning. He had begun vomiting yesterday afternoon, and my husband came home early from work in the evening and took him to the emergency vet, where they informed him that he was quite ill but at least stable enough to wait for morning so he could see his regular vet. He was given something to control the vomiting and sent home. When I got up to get a bottle for the baby a little past midnight, I found a pool of blood on the living room floor. Jake wanted to go outside, and he was very weak and seemed aware that his time had come – he intended to die in solitude in his dog house, as many animals are wont to do. He obviously had very little time left, but we preferred putting him to sleep with one of us there with him to letting him suffer a last few hours alone in the cold.
He had internal bleeding, but we were never able to find out from what. There was no trauma to his body. We were told that he may have had blood vessels in his stomach, weakened by his last bout of bloat, which finally gave way. Or, it may have been a condition that he had had even before the bloat: unbeknownst to us, he may have had a tumor, since a rupture and sudden bleeding out would be a symptom of this. Still, we don’t know. All we were assured is that there was nothing we could have done, no way we could have known there was something else wrong, and no way a surgery would have fixed him. In the end, his death is a mystery to me, and I am both relieved that he didn’t cause his own death with his crazy antics, and deeply saddened that there was no way we could save him this time. I can’t believe he’s gone.
He was crazy because he loved us so hard. Every pet owner should be so lucky.