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I didn't really know where else to turn. A little over a week ago I had to make the decision to euthanize my little buddy Stormy, and I just can't seem to accept it. Stormy was a beautiful little lady who was basically my sidekick, it was rare that she wasn't by my side, if she wasn't, I could usually call her and she would come barreling out of whatever woodwork she was hiding in. I had adopted her not even 2 years ago and found out upon adopting her she had a heart murmur. I didn't really know the extent of it until the now former vet sent her into fluid overload and she ended up in a cardiologist's care where they did an echo. She had some issues and we knew they were progressive, but it didn't seem like it was terrible.This past winter she went for a recheck and things had progressed so they put her on anti-clotting medications because she was at high risk for clots. It worried me but her vet seemed confident she would be okay. About a month ago I happened to have a remote work today and noticed she suddenly could not use her back legs. I rushed her to the ER vet and they confirmed my worst fear, that she had a clot. They didn't directly say it, but they kept implying that I should put her down. I didn't, I wanted to get her to her cardiologist. The good news was that she didn't have any clots sitting there, the bad news is that her heart condition had managed to worsen in a short 2 months, but the cardiologist wanted to see if we could get her walking again. Luckily we did and Stormy was back to her old self in a matter of a week or so. About 2 weeks ago she went for one of her treatments and they opted to stop them because she had made such great progress. But of course that night she threw another clot. I knew deep down I was losing her. She managed a few days but she just kept getting worse and worse. By Monday they think she was having micro clots because her front legs were being affected as well.
I can't believe she's gone, my brain won't accept it. I just keep thinking,"I have to keep my phone by me, the vet will call me soon and it will be time to pick Stormy up." I keep waiting for her to come running through the bedroom door meowing at me or expect to see her sitting in her bed. It hurt so much. We've lost so much over the past 5 years; Stormy is the 6th pet we'll lay to rest and they have all been so hard, but this one has been the hardest. It hurts so much. All the others I could take comfort in thinking, "They lived a good life, they lived a full life." Stormy was 6, she was a baby. I didnt even get her for 2 years. We were robbed of so much time and it feels so unfair.
I can't believe she's gone, my brain won't accept it. I just keep thinking,"I have to keep my phone by me, the vet will call me soon and it will be time to pick Stormy up." I keep waiting for her to come running through the bedroom door meowing at me or expect to see her sitting in her bed. It hurt so much. We've lost so much over the past 5 years; Stormy is the 6th pet we'll lay to rest and they have all been so hard, but this one has been the hardest. It hurts so much. All the others I could take comfort in thinking, "They lived a good life, they lived a full life." Stormy was 6, she was a baby. I didnt even get her for 2 years. We were robbed of so much time and it feels so unfair.