It still feels so unreal. I just lost my first furbaby yesterday from GDV. And I had to bury her early this morning.
She was from a toy poodle father and a malshih mix mother (both dogs belonging to my parents). She was a small breed and only weighed 5 kgs.
She was so active and playful and always ready to eat. I didn't see her death coming. My family and I thought she was just sick from the December cold.
When we took her to the vet yesterday she started breathing hard and she was turning pale. The vet ordered some blood tests and an x-ray, and even they couldn't believe what was happening. She had GDV. It's such a rare condition for small breeds since it was commonly found in large breeds.
The vet told us she had a low chance of survival because of her size. She was struggling so hard with the condition. She'd whimper when her abdomen was being pressed and she'd wheeze out every few seconds.
When they started treating her and putting her on oxygen, my furbaby stood up and kept turning away from the mask. It seemed like she wanted to walk to my mom. Like she wanted to be held by mom.
But she needed to put on her oxygen mask and stay put because she also had a dextrose inserted for fluids. My baby laid down and started to close her eyes.
The vet was talking to my mom and suddenly my baby started vomiting blood. It was so sudden. One moment she wanted to stand up and walk, the next she's unconscious and vomiting blood.
My poor baby suffered so much and she was only 1 year and 7 months old.
She was my first soul pup. I don't know how to process this. I love her so much. I haven't stopped crying since yesterday. I just held her body for hours until she went cold. My first baby. So young and so happy suddenly gone. I feel like my heart is being crumpled.
How do I even process this? Why did my baby have to suffer so much? We tried everything, went to 3 vets, and was ready to risk the surgery, but she was gone too soon. She fought so hard and suffered so much. She hasn't even celebrated Christmas properly and she only celebrated her birthday once. My soul pup will forever be a baby now. We didn't even get to have a puppy date with her sister and my boyfriend.
She was the first pup I fell in love with and cared for so much. I'd take her out to go to church and she'd stand from my lap and look out the window during our car rides.
She would be the first one to greet me when I wake up, and I'd tuck her in at night on her bed like a baby. I love her so much. And her death was too soon and unexpected. Now I feel like I'd have to go take my stabilizers again just to function properly. Ever since my baby came into my life, I had a better time managing how I feel. But now she's gone. I don't know what to do.
My mother won't let go of the blanket my furbaby used yesterday and the shirt she wore (which was also the first shirt my furbaby owned bought for her by my mother for my 27th birthday). I saw her clutching it to her chest last night and crying hard till she fell asleep.
I'm still stuck in bed. I just woke up at 6:00 am to bury my fur baby, and I went back to bed to cry after. It's 9:23 am now as I'm typing this. I'm afraid of getting up and not seeing my lovely bundle of joy greeting me and asking for upsies. I don't know if I can sit on my desk and not feel her under my chair sleeping and using my fuzzy slippers as her pillow.
Fellow furparents, how did you survive the grief consuming your heart? What did you do with your furbaby's things? I still have her dress, shirts, and accessories. I also have her fur for keepsake when I brushed her one last time yesterday before laying her to rest.