The hardest day ever. We had to say goodbye to our baby girl. On the night of November 13, Remmy woke us up through the night in obvious distress. Her heart was pounding, she was panting like a wild dog and shaking like a jackhammer. There was nothing we could do but try to calm her. We were sure she was having a heart attack. That morning we called the vet and brought her in. She was diagnosed as having a grade 5 heart murmur. (They go from a grade 1 to a grade 6). She was put on vetmedin, which apparently is the miracle drug for dogs with congenital heart disease. So we were very optimistic for our princess. That evening she had another "attack". We called the vet and were told she was probably in cardiac distress and at this point we had to just wait and see if she would hold on long enough for the meds to start working (a few days). We prayed a lot and smothered Remmy with as much love as we could. As we went into the weekend, she went down hill. She had tremors, a high fever, was not eating and was not really able to walk on her own. The only good thing was she was still drinking a lot of water. Monday morning, right back to the vet.... She was diagnosed with "pyometra", a serious uterine infection. The only recommended treatment would have been to have her spayed, but we felt she was far to weak to survive the surgery. So antibiotics was the course of action taken. Lots of praying and fingers crossed. After a couple of days her appetite started coming back, her fever went away, she was able to get around on her own! Things were looking up. She continued to improve..... Even started barking at the door again. :) Had her back to the vet on Friday and the vet could not believe how well our sweet Remmy looked! She even told the ladies in the office that this little dog was going to prove her wrong! That's our Remmy! So, home for the weekend.... Remmy continued to do well but she had lost a lot of weight and was weak. I could see she was still experiencing discomfort but I couldn't tell if it was her heart or the infection causing it. She was being spoiled. Ohhhhh the things we fed her, just to get her to eat. She had a week of chicken (yes I know she's allergic but did she ever LOVE it :) ), roast beef, steak, she was in her glory. She was trying so hard to be strong, to climb the stairs on her own, go on the walks with Jazz...... But I could tell she was tired. Tuesday night Michelle came for a visit. Got in some last hugs and snuggles. That evening Remmy had a small "attack". She slept good though. Wednesday it was harder to get her to eat and she did not want any of her meds. First time I actually had a hard time getting her to take them. That night, she woke us up at 2:00 am. She was shaking, heart pounding...... The look in her eyes, like she was pleading with us. We held her all night, told her how beautiful she was, how much we loved her. It was so hard seeing her like that. Mike took her for a walk around 3:30 am. He said she pranced around the block, stopping and sniffing. Really enjoying the walk...... Like she knew it would be her last....... Mike and I went to work, both of us knowing but not wanting to say. I called the vet to make an appointment to bring our baby in. The appointment was for the next morning...... I called and changed it for that afternoon. She was in such bad shape when I got home to pick her up. She had been throwing up, she was covered in poop and she was barely strong enough to lift her little head. The look in her eyes was heartbreaking. I held her, and rocked her, told her what a good girl she was. Then it was time to go. It was the most difficult decision EVER but we knew it was best for her. She couldn't fight anymore. She passed peacefully at 3:20 on Thursday November 28. I rocked her and whispered in her ear, held her tight. It was the most difficult thing ever...... She will be forever in my heart.
We will always love you baby girl.
