Jazz had been steadily losing weight for several weeks (85 lbs to 65 lbs). So before I left for my mini-spring break, I took her to the vet. He gave her a check-up and took some blood. When I got home, I had a message that she was in kidney failure and the vet suggested a few days in the hospital. I brought her home on Thursday night; she slept most of Friday and even ate a little. Saturday was our worst day. She was so dehydrated after a day of tossing her cookies and emergency trips to the back yard, that I took her to after-hours vet care. I became an instant vet tech - I won't go in to all the gory details - lets just say I can give a bolus of 300cc of fluids under the skin like a pro. She seemed to perk up on Sunday and even ate. But her blood test on Monday showed that she was in decline. This morning it was evident that that she was ready to go. She had the 1000 mile stare and trembled uncontrollably. I knew it was time. The vet was so kind and it was very quick and peaceful.
Happy memories of my best friend:
- The first night I had her, she SNORED so loudly I couldn't sleep. She never did get better but I learned to sleep.
- "Grandma" and "Cookie" mean the same thing!
- Christmas ornaments on the upper branches so the tail didn't send them flying.
- Snow plowing her nose thru each and every *first* snow of the season.
- Following me room to room so she could be near. And either parking herself in the doorway so I had to step over her OR *DIRECTLY* behind my chair so I couldn't get up.
- Her favorite spot at Grandma's house was under the desk.
- She *hated* to have her picture taken. It was a rare shot where she'd look directly at the camera.
- And all the tail wags and happy Lab grins when I got home!
Love you FUZZBUTT!