Hello there, my name is Drew, and this is my first post on the site.
It is with a very shaky hand and a heavy heart that I write this entry, please bear with me if I am all over the place, or incoherent at times. I will try and make this as to the point as possible, I have so many questions and concerns.
About 3 years ago, I was at a party and a friend told me her friends dobermans had a littler. I at the time was looking for a new dog, I had currently only had my Great Dane , ReX! (whom I love and is still well and healthy today.) The parents were obviously not a breeder, from what we could tell, they did not expect this to happen, and were fixing the parents right after they found good homes. The owners were madly madly RICH, they were currently building a 5 million dollar home, and these dogs were imported, trained and all, from some kind of provider in Europe. (Germany I believe). I fell in love the day I saw my buddy Tyrant. I had never had a doberman before, and I did not expect the amount of love and loyalty that I came to know. I picked the runt of the litter, as my great dane rex, is not really accommodating to new dogs. He got along with Tyrant great, at first he just thought he was another cat in the house
. Tyrant had all natural tail , ears, and claws, and we loved it.
Fast forward to about a month ago. My buddy tyrant started getting a cough, very very rarely, he would cough a little. I thought possibly the food, we changed his food, put him on blue buffalo. Unfortunately this did not help him, and he started getting a little worse. We took him into the vets office, the vet checked him out, gave him some medicine for a congestion. We kept him on the medication very well. The doctor said that he should be cleared up in a weeks time. Told us that the condition would get worse before it got better. Right around the time the medication ran out, Tyrant started getting blood in his cough. My wife took him up to the vet immediately before they closed, they did Xrays of him, they said that he had a severe infection, gave him a few shots , and more of the medication. She didnt seem to know what she was talking about, said that there was "something that she could not make out" on the Xray and wanted to consult with a doctor and get back with us that morning. She told my wife to take him to the emergency vet if things worsened, and gave us a copy of the xrays on the CD. When i get home, my wife tells me what the doctor says, and I cannot possibly imagine they would send my dog home, he was breathing so heavy, coughing blood, and if he laid down at all, he could not breathe. We take him to the emergency vet, 3 in the morning, the doctor only needs to do a stethoscope exam and a check over the xrays to look me and the wife in the eyes and tell us that it is heart failure. I have never heard of that (in dogs) or how its handled before, I ask what we need to do to get him better. The Vet tells us that we have to spend a TON of money and explains the process in what needs to be done to him, and all the machines he would be hooked up to. Regardless, after all of this, the life span is determined in months at best. I wanted to be selfish, I wanted him home, it didnt matter the amount of money it was going to cost, I was ready to spend it. I then thought about the quality of his life, and how scared and terrified he would be while they had him hooked up to all these machines, all maybe to live a month in suffering at best. My knees hit the floor when I uttered the words a pet owner never wants to say. We said our goodbyes, I hugged him, and I didn't want to let him go, I just wanted to take him and run, to make him better. I told him that I would miss him and I was so sorry this had to happen to him, and that Im glad I gave him the best life I could possibly provide.
My heart aches without him around, and even I miss him as I shed tears while I type this story. My house has had the life sucked out of it. Its one thing to know when a pet is getting old, and it gets to be that time, but to take a pet in just trying to get him better from what you think is an infection, then leaving the hospital without him, hurts more than words could ever describe. I still wait to hear his little footsteps running down my stairs, or him to wake up with me near my feet when I sleep in on lazy weekends.
I am glad he was in my life, and I would trade in years of mine just to spend another day with him.
Now there is a point to why I posted this story on this section, and Im sorry to run on so much. But let me step back just for a moment, and grab my thoughts.
RIP Tyrant you were taken from me so early, but all of your pain is lifted now. I miss you more than anything I have ever known.