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Hi all. I’m Sophie and I’m new here. I’ve not posted to anything like this before, but I’m in a situation I cannot process and after reading a few posts I thought I’d give it a shot. I’m in a situation where I will do anything to feel one bit better.
On Monday I had to put my 6 year old French Bulldog to rest. And the pain of doing this has hit me like a hurricane. I feel unwell. I cannot eat properly, sleep is minimal, I wake up sweating and I pace around the house sobbing and calling his name praying that he comes back to me. But he won’t.
His name was Boycie. He was a handful (I know frenchie owners can relate). But he was the challenge I needed that I didn’t always realise. He was dominant, jealous (I have another dog) but the biggest ball of entertainment. He entertained us all so much. The last few weeks he filled with fluid, and was diagnosed with pericardial effusion. We had the heart drained, praying the idiopathic diagnosis meant this was a one off. But it came back with a vengeance. We went to the vet to search for other options, but the vet said he was already shutting down at this stage, his BP was low and the chances were he had something much more sinister. It was a miracle he made it through the first heart drain and we made the choice to end his suffering (he could barely breathe). We were with him when he went, but because his BP was so low the vet didn’t use enough in the injection and had to go and get another to fully see him off and I was howling. This haunts me so much. I can’t bear the thought of him laying stuck there hearing me.
We came home and I broke. I search for him wishing he was following me around. I go into every room and see him in my mind. It’s like I’m being stabbed through these memories and I don’t know how to manage my emotions right now. What do people do in this instance to soothe this suffering. I miss my darling boy so much. I have two children to try to explain this too and hold back my own tears and another dog (spring spaniel) who is walking around looking for him. We had booked to take him to Wales with us on Christmas for a farm house break and I can’t believe I’m not taking him. I am just a very lost person right now. X
On Monday I had to put my 6 year old French Bulldog to rest. And the pain of doing this has hit me like a hurricane. I feel unwell. I cannot eat properly, sleep is minimal, I wake up sweating and I pace around the house sobbing and calling his name praying that he comes back to me. But he won’t.
His name was Boycie. He was a handful (I know frenchie owners can relate). But he was the challenge I needed that I didn’t always realise. He was dominant, jealous (I have another dog) but the biggest ball of entertainment. He entertained us all so much. The last few weeks he filled with fluid, and was diagnosed with pericardial effusion. We had the heart drained, praying the idiopathic diagnosis meant this was a one off. But it came back with a vengeance. We went to the vet to search for other options, but the vet said he was already shutting down at this stage, his BP was low and the chances were he had something much more sinister. It was a miracle he made it through the first heart drain and we made the choice to end his suffering (he could barely breathe). We were with him when he went, but because his BP was so low the vet didn’t use enough in the injection and had to go and get another to fully see him off and I was howling. This haunts me so much. I can’t bear the thought of him laying stuck there hearing me.
We came home and I broke. I search for him wishing he was following me around. I go into every room and see him in my mind. It’s like I’m being stabbed through these memories and I don’t know how to manage my emotions right now. What do people do in this instance to soothe this suffering. I miss my darling boy so much. I have two children to try to explain this too and hold back my own tears and another dog (spring spaniel) who is walking around looking for him. We had booked to take him to Wales with us on Christmas for a farm house break and I can’t believe I’m not taking him. I am just a very lost person right now. X