"Chestnut"
October 29, 1989 - January
1, 2004
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I am lost without
her.
I pray I did the right thing for her.
She had so much pride.
I could not bear to see her suffer any longer.
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The
Last Battle
If it should be that I grow frail and weak
And pain should keep me from my sleep,
Then will you do what must be done,
For this -- the last battle -- can't be won.
You will be sad I understand,
But don't let grief then stay your hand,
For on this day, more than the rest,
Your love and friendship must stand the test.
We have had so many happy years,
You wouldn't want me to suffer so.
When the time comes, please, let me go.
Take me to where to my needs they'll tend,
Only, stay with me till the end
And hold me firm and speak to me
Until my eyes no longer see.
I know in time you will agree
It is a kindness you do to me.
Although my tail its last has waved,
From pain and suffering I have been saved.
Don't grieve that it must be you
Who has to decide this thing to do;
We've been so close -- we two -- these years,
Don't let your heart hold any tears.
From Chestnut's heart to mine!!!
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I am writing
this in a great deal of grief. I lost my 14-year-old Yellow
Lab, Chestnut, New Years Day, 2004, from a massive stroke,
after she had been on Rimadyl for twelve days.
Chestnut
was a healthy dog -- only some arthritis. While waiting
for surgery to be done on Monday, January 5, 2004 (the earliest
possible appointment I could get), my vet gave me Rimadyl
to 'make her feel better' until he could remove a lymphoma,
that he assured me was harmless, from under her left front
leg.
Chestnut
started the Rimadyl on Saturday, December 20, and I gave
it to her twice a day until yesterday morning, January 1,
2004, twelve days later. Her appetite had diminished, but
she ate to make me happy. I had to spoon feed her. Chestnut's
abdomen had swollen in the previous three days also, even
though she was eating less and not finishing her meals.
I had to
decide to put Chestnut to sleep after a massive stroke,
as she could not walk, she had to have surgery and there
did not seem to be any alternatives.
Money
was no object, but there was no answer!!
I said good-bye
to her....she really was not there, as I felt her pass in
my arms at home before I got her to my vet.
One and one-half
hours after her lunch and last Rimadyl, Chestnut was gone.
When I got
home something made me look up Rimadyl on the Internet and
I could not believe what I was reading!
I am lost
without her.
I pray I did the right thing for her.
She had so much pride.
I could not bear to see her suffer any longer.
Judie
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