Yesterday I took my 7yr old basset Montecore in for a dental and to have a few lumps removed. When I picked him up I thought he was in worse shape than he has ever been post-anesthesia but figured he was just super doped up. He made it home okay, was walking fine and laid down to sleep.
In the middle of the night he started making a lot of noise and trying to get up. I moved him to a different room, gave him a pain pill and tucked him in. I was awoken a few hours later to him having passed bloody stool and an inability to stand or walk. He was barely responsive, was drooling badly and could not control his bowels.
I took him back to the vet, they did a blood test, and xrays, wrapped him in warm blankets, and hooked him up to fluids hoping to find a problem and fix it. But, he only got worse. A few hours later they called me and there was only one thing left to go. I went back over there, spent a few minutes with him and then made the toughest decision I've had to make in my 29 years.
He was my first dog and was my inspiration for getting into fostering. He helped me with over a dozen fosters. He never met a person he didn't like, and I've never met a person that didn't like him. I'll miss him so much. RIP little buddy.
I'm not a religious or spiritual person so I'm not going to ask for prayers. If you have a 4 legged friend nearby just give them a treat for Monte and maybe give a little extra hug.
I chose to enjoy a Partagas Short in memory of my low slung boy.
Montecore 2/8/04 - 11/29/11