Saturday, April 19, 2008

Remembering Abby


Abby passed away very early this morning. She was 3/4 Border Collie and 1/4 Australian Shepherd, eight years old, and had the sweetest disposition of any dog I've ever had. Although not well-trained in herding sheep she was still very useful to me when caring for my flock and I'll miss her dearly, both as a friend and as an assistant.

In late March I noticed that Abby seemed a little less enthusiastic and her appetite wasn't up to par. We were away the first week of April and the friend caring for her reported that she hardly ate a thing. That trend continued, she lost weight, grew weak, looked anemic (gums and inner eyelids), developed labored breathing, and lay around all day. I don't know if there's a connection, but her beautiful coat changed: not as flowing, and brown hair started growing along her spine where she had always been blue merle. She remained sweet- can you see it in her eyes? This photo was taken three days ago before she was taken to a nearby veterinary hospital for an ultrasound.

Abby was found to have pancreatitis and treatment was begun (pain medications, tests, re hydration with IV fluids, fresh frozen plasma). We visited her yesterday evening and found her no better; I knew, just being with her, that her outlook was poor. Her breathing was even more labored and she was ill at ease. I asked the staff to let the veterinarian know that I wished to discuss taking Abby home.

A call came at 2:30 am. Chest films indicated that her lungs had extensive cancer, probably part of the process that had started destroying her pancreas. They had placed her on oxygen and it was time to decide how to proceed. We drove to the hospital; Abby seemed more like herself, giving us a slow wag of the tail when she saw us. The oxygen had probably provided enough pep for her to be acting more like herself. She lay down quietly on a blanket and we sat on the floor with her. I told her how wonderful she had been, how she'd help me with the sheepies. Then, as the vet helped her slip away, she gave me one last kiss.

Abby never really understood what toys were for but she did have a little stuffed, earless and bedraggled Lambie that she would sometimes seek out and deliver graciously to my lap. Lambie is now nestled with Abby in a blanket, under the apple tree in the backyard in which Abby spent eight contented years.

Please hug your dog. Monitor his or her health closely; your dog, like Abby may be a stoic and suffer without complaint. I think that Abby had a reasonably good life during her last few weeks, but I regret that her last 36 hours were spent in a hospital.

7 comments:

Carol said...

I am very sorry...our family went through this in February. Hardest thing I have ever done, we stayed with him also until th very end. First time on your blog.

Sojourner Design said...

Thank you Carol. To me this is just as hard as losing a human family member (and, depending on the family, perhaps more painful). My closest friend and I refer to each other as "chosen family." I put my dogs in that category.

Diane

calicokitty6 said...

I'm so sorry for your loss. Our animals are like our kids.

My husband and I are going through this now with our 17 year old Peke. I'm waiting for him to decide the day for the last vet visit for Babs. It's such a hard decision, but, has to be done.

My thought and prayers are with you. Sending hugs and kisses from my cats and dogs to you and yours.

Sojourner Design said...

Thank you. Hope you're able to make your final decision about Babs free of emotional conflict. Seventeen years... that's wonderful. I read recently that the oldest Border Collie is 29 years.

deirdre said...

This just broke my heart for you - both of my dogs are nearing their 'senior' years, and I just can't let my mind go to what will inevitably happen - too painful...

you articulated it so well, and so sadly...

Diane Roeder said...

Thank you Deirdre. It's hard to believe that it's already been six weeks. I plan to make a list of endearing Abby moments so that I don't forget any of them.

Dominique said...

Hi. I saw you at the Cummington Sheep Fair and bought from you one skein of your wonderful sock yarn, the one that gradually changes colors. I was looking at your web site to see what pattern you used for that yarn and read your blog. I was so moved by your words, I cried very hard and was not expecting this at all! Thank you for your words, thank you for sharing your loss.I am glad you found a new friend.

Dominique