Yesterday we lost our wee man. He had woken up as normal, had his first lot of pills, followed me around a bit while I tended to our other animals and ate his breakfast. I noticed that something seemed up when I came to give him his second lot of pills, he didn’t take them with as much enthusiasm as usual (we always wrapped his pills in a small parcel of smoked ham as he was prone to picking them out of his food).
Jake stood at the back door so I assumed he wanted out for his morning pootle. I opened the door for him and sat in the living room thinking he would come back in once he’d done his usual ten minutes of checking out the garden.
Ten minutes passed and I decided to see what he was up to. I didn’t immediately spot him as he was lying on his side on the mono-blocking at the back of our garden.
I called Stewart downstairs to run out and bring Jake in while I called the vet but it was obvious that whatever had gone wrong this time, it was bad. Our vet told us to rush him in as quickly as possible but we both knew that Jake was dying.
We arrived at the vet and they rushed him through the back for supportive treatment but he stopped breathing for himself. His gums and tongue were pale and his eyes were flickering. It looked as though he had had a stroke that had affected his circulation as his chest sounded clear and his heart was still beating strongly.
On top of everything else we decided that the kindest thing to do would be to help Jake on his way. We had always wanted him to be put to sleep at home but it simply wasn’t to be. We are trying to take what comfort we can from the fact his death was relatively quick and we were both there with him at the time but it’s still extremely upsetting.
I have spent hours looking through photos of Jake that we’d like to get printed but have only succeeded in narrowing the number down to 74. We are making arrangements for him to be cremated and his ashes returned to us.
It hurts so much just now but I’m hoping it won’t be long before we look back on our memories and photographs of Jake with a smile rather than tears.
Rest easy wee man.