As you know we adopted our first dog last week.
Let me let that sink in.
Our first dog.
We really thought long and hard about having a dog. I think we have been debating it for atleast a year or more and when we finally decided that it was OK for our 7 year old to have one, we spent weeks in and out of shelters and adoptions looking for a fit.
When we found Captain (who was named Copper) at the shelter we knew he was “the” dog. We did all the right things. We had him neutered, checked for parasites, parvo, picked up a leash, expensive dog food, treats, etc. etc etc.
Then we surprised our daughter with him last Wednesday.
The past week has been very sweet.
He sleeps with Charlotte at night, we all hang out during the day, he is just a very gentle and warm soul. A few days ago, which sounds funny cause he has only been in our home for a few days, he came down with a cold. His nose started running and his eyes were getting eye crusties. But since Phoenyx has a cold and I have a cold, I didn’t think too much of it. What’s one more thing in the house with a cold, you know?
He was still wagging his tail and licking our face.
Then comes today.
I go to take him outside to potty and I couldn’t find him. He was sitting in my daughters closet. I picked him up and brought him to the stairs to come down with me and he wouldn’t move. It was like he was disoriented. I picked him up and took him outside to pee and he did. Then he got a little pat for being a good boy but he wouldn’t make a move to come back in the house. Just sat there. I started to worry he was dehydrated. I brought him in and put him on his pillow that is on the couch. I went into my office and came back and he had hopped down and was sitting next to Phoenyx on the floor.
He seemed to be leaning sideways. Like swaying…
I knew it wasn’t normal, I just had a feeling, so I called the vet who took us in right away.
I was prepared for the flu, pneumonia, worms, cold, sickness, who knows, but I was not prepared for the Dr to tell me that he has distemper. It was all I could do to not cry while I was in there.
Here was this dog that has lived only in the shelter, that we take home and fall in love with for one week, and he is now dying.
He has a 50/50 chance. Do you realize how low that is? He could live or he could die. But everything I read, even the Drs face, was a negative prognosis. I called the shelter to let them know and she said they had to put down 86 animals this month due to distemper.
The vet told me that all I can do is keep his nose and eyes clear, get him to eat 3 times a day (and anything he wants and will eat), and let him have a ton of sleep. The rest is up to God.
I am so angry that this little guy that we have barely had a chance to enjoy and that my daughter is utterly in love with, may be leaving as fast as he came in.
She is still at school.
How do I tell her?
How do I break her heart?
My heart is already breaking.