Our beloved dog Baron passed away sometime during the night last night. Yesterday afternoon, Mike got off work early. We went together to pick up the kids from school and take them to Mom's. She watched them while we went to the vet to see Baron. Dr. Chandler said he wasn't responding to them but hoped we would recognize us. We loved on him, cried, scratched his belly and chest, rubbed his nose and spend some wonderful time with him. At first, he didn't respond, but after a little bit, he seemed to know who we were. A couple of times he raised his head up when Mike would talk to him. He also made a sound when he wanted us to rub on him. Dr. Chandler let us spend about an hour with him. After talking to an Internal Specialist earlier in the day, they both came to the conclusion that Baron had a stroke sometime after the surgery. His breathing was abnormal, like with a Pulmonary Embolism. He also wasn't moving or responding like normal, which lead us and the doctors to believe he also had a stroke to the brain. He also wasn't wagging his tail (which he ALWAYS did) and he didn't "nose *" us when he wanted rubbed (which he also did when he whimpered).
*Nosed is when he would take his nose and use it to bump your hand to get your attention.
He will be greatly missed. Baron was the end of an era. Mike and I got him and Gracy for each other as wedding gifts. They were with us our entire married life. We got home from our honeymoon on Saturday and picked them up on Sunday. Now that they both are gone, I don't know what I will do with myself during the day. I expect Baron to meet us at the backdoor when we come home. He loved to go outside with the kids and I expect him to come running from the back when the backdoor opens. I look for him in the kitchen lying under the windows on the linoleum. I go to ask the kids to feed him and get him fresh water when we eat then realize he's not there. Tomorrow after church, I will want to rush home to let him outside. I know I will eventually stop thinking these things but, for now, it hurts.
God, please take care of my babies. Let them know they are sorely missed and that they will ALWAYS be in our hearts. Hug and kiss them for me. We love you Baron and Gracy!!!
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| Baron eating a rawhide bone 1/2010 |
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| Baron enjoying the snow 1/2010 |
1 comment:
I am so sorry Michelle, brings me to tears. I understand the profundity of your loss. I still miss my dogs, and it was 14 years ago. Sorry.
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