This past weekend turned out to be a very sad time for us. It started out very nice when we went to the Seaside Christmas party Friday evening that we were invited to attend even though I have been retired from there for over a year. That is a subject for another post. This post is about our sweet little dog, Fozzy who passed away Saturday night December 2, 2018 at around midnight.
He was getting old and lately he moved a little slower, only wanted to go for very short walks and mostly just slept. He was still cute as ever and was always waiting for me to sit in my recliner so he could have me pick him up and sit him right next to me. He still looked forward to his "treat" after his evening walk, even on Friday night when we got home from the Christmas party. He was having some trouble breathing recently and the vet said he had a restricted trachea and prescribed some medicine to help him relax.
On Saturday morning he looked very sad and did not want to get up out of his bed to go outside. After a number of attempts I finally picked him up and carried him outside and set him on the grass. He did not stand up on all four feet but but sat on his haunches and his front feet. Obviously something was wrong and I gently tried to get him to stand. He eventually did stand on all fours and very unsteadily walked a bit and did his business then slowly walked into the house. He went into his little bed but he just laid there watching me and Kim.
Kim called the vet but as we figured, they were not open on Saturday and on their phone message left the name and number for the emergency clinic. Fozzy didn't seem to be in pain so we were hoping he would be alright till Monday when we could take him to our vet. He just stayed in his little bed during the day and i was able to get him to drink some water but that was about it. In the evening when I went to sit in my recliner he looked at me from his bed and tried to move to get to me. That was so sad it brought a tear to my eye, the first of many to follow. I got up, walked over to him, picked him up and sat him down next to me on the chair, his favorite place. During the evening Kim and I sat on the couch to watch some TV and he sat between us. He seemed content but his breathing was even more labored.
We thought he was going to pass away that night and discussed what we should do because it didn't look like he was going to make it through to Monday when we could take him to the vet. I was texting with Don since he has been through this and honestly I wasn't sure I could handle taking care of burying my little buddy. Don said if I needed him he would help me and I sure appreciated that and love him for it. We placed Foz in his bed and we went to bed ourselves. It wasn't to long before we heard him yelp and both Kim and I went to comfort him. He looked so sad and we thought he might be in pain and we couldn't stand that. As long as we were near and petting him he seemed to be okay except for his very labored breathing. Kim called the emergency vet clinic and they said they would be there till 0800 Sunday morning, it was now about 1100 PM Saturday night. We got dressed, gently picked Fozzy up in his little bed and headed to the clinic in Niceville. The staff was very kind and understanding and did what needed to be done for him to be comfortable and pass away quietly.
He seemed to be at piece and died in my arms. I have shed a number of tears already. I miss you already little guy! You were much loved and gave us much love!
