I had a really tough day yesterday. One of my little Yorkies died Saturday. It was sudden...it wasn't pretty...and it has me rattled. I really feel bad emotionally and physically. (although my Cleveland clinic visit went well...I am to continue treatments as usually) I think the stress causes me fatigue and pain. Anyhow...My little Mia was a family baby...she weighed in at 2.6 pounds...she would of been 7 years old...At first when we woke up and heard her we thought we almost suffocated her. It was frightening. She has slept with us all her life. When I picked her up she was limp, eyes budging and her head just rolled. She was breathing really hard. We rushed her to the emergency vet...short end of story...she died...apparently her stomach or bowel twisted...this according to the vet because of her blood work indicated it to be some type of infection or something...The vet said that when this happens in a dog this size it goes bad real quick for them. The little tiny dogs do not have the reserve large dogs have. I told the vet I thought we suffocated her...( I still can't shake that thought ) ...she finally said that it could of been possible but in her medical training it pointed to a strangled intestine. IDK. My little MIA was such a tiny. I always said I would never have another dog so small. I am sort of against breeding the dogs down...we got her to rescue her....over the years people would offer us thousands of dollars for her...well one man did for sure...the man fixed the fan in my attic...then came back later that night and wanted to buy her!...as if... It is hard to explain to people how a fury little creature can steal your heart and become one of the family. I understand some folks are not animal lovers. I can say I never really was a huge animal lover. But my two little Yorkies have my heart. And I am missing my MIA something terrible. I brought her home in a little tiny box and we went in the woods in our back yard and buried her under a dogwood tree. She always wanted to go into the woods but her size kept her from entering. Sometimes in early spring if the grass was to tall she couldn't navigate the yard....she was our baby. I know this is long and a bit rambling...but it is my heart right now. |
So sorry about your loss! I know how devastating it can be. It has been about ten years since we lost our dog of 13 years. She was a mixed bread, part Samoyed and we're not sure what else. She was unlike yours, as in her prime, she weighed in at 78 pounds! She was big, fuzzy and very loveable as well as protective! We still haven't been able to bring ourselves to getting another dog, as no other could ever take her place. Take care and don't blame yourself!
am sorry for your loss. Poor little Mia.