Trigger warning, this does involve animal death. You’ve been warned.
When it comes to being pet owners, our year started out with a BANG
All of December we were talking about getting a new dog. Our two cats, George and Pax, were getting up there in age (9 and 10 years old), and we had already discussed that our next pet would be a dog. We were actually in talks with one of the local shelters about getting one of their puppies, but that unfortunately fell through on their end.
Then on New Year’s Eve, Richie was talking to a long time customer of his about the dog situation, and they told him that they were actually looking to rehome their 1 year old husky. The wife was starting a cake making business, so they had to keep him outside all of the time which isn’t fair for a snow weather dog in Louisiana. They had named him Wolverine, Wolfie for short, but we changed it to Sirius when we got him New Year’s Day.
Looking back, I do sort of regret agreeing to taking him in. We loved Sirius, and still do, but that really did flip our whole world upside down.
A week after we took Sirius in, my little shadow, Pax, ran away. We’re assuming she went to one of our other neighbor’s houses because we have 3 extreme cat ladies in the neighborhood (which is saying something that I refer to them as such since we had 5 cats at one point when we first moved here). It hurt when we discovered she had ran, but we were already dealing with heartbreak because mere days after we took Sirius in, we had to put George to sleep.
Saturday, January 2nd, the day after Sirius joined our household, Sirius actually chased George into the back shed while I was at work. Richie stopped them, and made sure George was okay and brought him to be safe in our room. When I got home, I thought it was odd that George was very firmly staying under our bed. Once I got him out, he was acting weird. Normally, he was very loud and loving, but he was just lethargic and wanted to hide. When I gave him a thorough check, I noticed two odd lumps in his side. We brought him to the Emergency Vet Clinic that night. The vet there confirmed that Sirius didn’t do anything to cause him injury. George had abscessed wounds on his side that were from a week before we even got the dog, and they also discovered that he had severe diabetes and a mass against one of his kidneys while the other kidney was swollen. They weren’t sure if the mass was cancerous, and told us to bring him to his normal vet Monday morning.
Sunday, January 3rd, we brought George home around 9 in the morning after he spent the whole night at the clinic while they did their best to treat him. We did our best to keep him comfortable and snuggled him as much as we could because Richie and I knew there was a good chance we would get devastating news the next day.
Monday, January 4th, Richie brought George to our normal vet. They didn’t check to see if the mass was cancerous because after some testing, the vet determined that even if we gave George insulin shots everyday, his diabetes was too severe. He would just suffer even more as he slowly died. Neither of us could ever put him through that, so we made one of the toughest decisions in our marriage.
We’ve had George literally since the day he was born in my room at my dad’s house. He was the first one out of the whelping box, so my little brother’s friend dubbed him Curious George. George was loved by every person who has ever met him. He was the sweetest, most loveable “girthmonster” who would let you know when he wanted head scratches by getting on his hind legs and moving his front paws in the air. His other nicknames were “Borris” (said with a terrible pseudo-Russian accent) and “Jorge”.
It gets easier, but we miss him so much.
Here’s some of our vlogs featuring the cats: