When the girlies finally decided to come in last night, Chase was pretty worn out. I had only managed to get some of his meds in him. I mashed them up and mixed them with some cottage cheese and the oatmeal stuff I made on Wednesday. He wanted to stand to eat but couldn’t. I got about half of it in him and he had a little drink of water.
I let the girlies in and took Chase to bed with me. He curled up on a pillow next to me, and Dora, Tammy and Caroline claimed their usual spots — Caroline has been very sweet — she’s let Chase take her spot mostly. I woke up several times to check on him. Around 6 or so, he wasn’t in the bed. I found him on the floor (he’s gotten off the bed every night) in the same place he always lands and as always, with Tammy curled up next to him. Even though Tammy was never a mom, and even though she wasn’t too sure about Chase at the beginning, she’s really looked out for him and comforted him this last week and a half.
We got up a little after 8, and R arrived shortly after. Chase couldn’t stand at all. He ate a bit of cottage cheese. He had a little drink of water. We took turns holding him while I called the vet and got dressed. Our vet is really good — the whole office and all of the people who work there. One of the techs really got attached to Dora a few years back when I first brought Dora in for her heart-worm treatment. She was the one who answered the phone when I called and she knew why.
Chase hated car rides. I can understand it since each time with me it was not for a good reason. It started raining as soon as we pulled into the parking lot. I went in first, and another tech said hello and immediately called for the tech I had talk with on the phone. She came out and told me to bring Chase in. When he was inside, she asked me to weigh him. Surprisingly, he had gained .2 lbs. I wrapped him back up in the towel we had him in, and within seconds we were in an examination room.
It’s always difficult. Even when he was sedated, his little legs kept cramping, albeit a little less strongly.
A different tech took him to put him in a box. While we waited, we remember which room Stella died in and which one we last had a visit with Bennie in. We saw one of the other vets in the waiting room, the one who had helped to carry big ol’ Buddy out to the car for one of his last rides. We talked about Dora and Tammy and Gretchen and Carlito. And Rene, the kitty who brought us to this great vet clinic.
The tech brought a blue box to us with a beautiful printed card on the top. It was a little essay called The Rainbow Bridge. It’s sentiments are much the same as R and I shared while Chase was drifting off after the first shot — he would join Stella, Lucy and Carlito in the backyard — we told him not to be scared of Stella — R reminded me that everyone was afraid of Stella — I told him to find Bud and Gretchen. I told R at one point — all this talk is for us, not him. Of course.
It was still raining, but R’s little car outran it and we came home to threatening skies, but no rain. Junebug — one of the outside kittens was there on the deck. She watched as we dug a hole near Carlito and put Chase there. I had a pot with some little wildflowers growing in it, and we put that on top of him and filled it in. There were several earthworms in the soil, and I told them to go to work. Junebug stood on the deck and cried after we went back in the house. The first week I had Chase, he would do his business and then go to the gate and look at the outside kittens. It had been with them that I had found him. I often took him with me when I fed them. Although I want the outside kittens to be afraid of dogs in general — they seemed to know that Chase wasn’t a threat — quite the contrary — he was one of them.
I did the best I could. The vet said we were doing the right thing. It’s not Chase’s fault he couldn’t get here sooner. He got here as soon as he could. There was a little window in time when he felt strong enough to chase Tammy and steal her toys. Last Friday, before his condition worsened, I had gotten down in the floor and played with all three pups. The girlies were sweet and Chase clearly enjoyed it. At least he got to be a silly puppy, even if it was only for a short time.
R and I looked out the back window several times to check on Chase. Silly, I know. It’s not like he’s going anywhere. Nevertheless, I will keep thinking I see him in the crate or on the bed and look out back to check on him.
Bye Sweet Chase