July 20th 2006 11:30 pm
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It has been over two months since Oscar passed away and I have finally found it in me to write about his passing. I never thought I would ever be able to write about his passing but because of recently deciding to volunteer for a los angeles rescue group I have found solitude in helping dogs in need of love and attention.
On May 11 2006 I woke up and decided I wanted to spend my day off doing what I loved to do...hanging out with my dogs. I looked at Oscar and asked if he wanted to go for a walk and before I could get the words out of my mouth he was running towards the door with his tail wagging and excitement coming out of his ears.
Oscar loved to go on walks and would always lead the way. 20 minutes into the walk my small dog Yoda kept stopping and wanting to turn around but Oscar wanted to keep going and I told Yoda to stop being a wimp.
Well, I should have listened to Yoda, she was trying to tell me that Oscar needed to go back.
Oscar collapsed on me and couldn't walk. Oscar being 110 pounds I didn't know what to do and how to get him back to my car. I tried to call my husband but there was no answer and he was an hour away at work. There was no one around anywhere.
Oscar managed to get himself up, I truly believe he was able to because of the fear he saw in my eyes and was worried about me. We finally made it back to the car where I lifted him in by using his harness and a towel wrapped under his belly.
Oscar had had a stroke and by the time I got him to the vet he was in critical condition....how could this be happening? He was just jumping around and all excited...I couldn't believe it.
We had told the vet to do everything and anything they could to save him as long as he was not in pain. They gave him over 4 plasma infusions, he was hanging in not really getting better but not getting worse. We were by his side as much as we could telling him how much he was loved and how much more spoiled he was going to be when he got home. but.....
On May 15th we recieved a call from our vet that oscar was declining and was showing signs that he may be in pain. We rushed over and as i walked in to his cage I could hear him wimpering..of course he stopped as soon as he saw me he wouln't never want me to be worried.
We had to make that dreaded decision and we peacefully put our precious Oscar to sleep and now I tell myself everyday that he's in a better place getting as many doggie treats as he wants and playing ball everyday, running free in a place where he is loved by everyone and no one cares what breed of dog he his!
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