Things did not turn out as I’d hoped. I talked to the vet this morning on the phone and he said he wanted me to come down to talk about Rimshot, that after further observation and research, prognosis did not look good. I started then trying to prepare myself and Elijah for losing him.
Have I ever mentioned that my in-laws are awesome? My mother and father-in-law came in and she stayed with Kayleigh (who hasn’t even noticed that the dog is missing) and my father-in-law, Elijah, and I went down to the vet’s. Steve was at work.
Well, the vet had said yesterday that it was strange that Rimshot’s front legs weren’t working but the back ones were ok. Apparently it usually is the back legs. The outter part of the spine controls the back legs and the inner does the front and he determined it was highly likely that Rimshot had some sort of lesion and clot in the spine already and that it had just been a matter of time before this happened. That maybe when he missed the couch the other day, it sort of activated it. Whatever happened, Rimshot was still paralyzed in the front. He said that it was possible that within 1-2 weeks he may recover but the chances of that are not good, and then there’s the chance of partial recovery with disability.
He brought Rimshot out to see us and BOY was he excited. He was especially excited to see my father-in-law, they were buddies. We spent some time with him and when the vet came back I signed off to have him put down. The boys went back to the waiting room while the vet took Rimshot back again. When he returned, he told me I was making the right decision. I’m glad we got to see the dog fully alive and say good-bye. I even took a pic with my phone of Elijah and Rimshot, told him he could have it to remember him by – I don’t think I have any other recent ones of the two of them. I had told Elijah that Rimshot was hurt really bad and “dying” though, he doesn’t know that the vet had to do the “dirty work” – I think it’s a bit easier that way. This is his first real experience with death, the people close to us who have died did so when he was too little to remember and we’ve had no other pets.
Elijah was just wailing and such, so they went back to the house while I waited and then my father-in-law came back for me and the body. He has since taken The Box home with him and is going to bury him and when Steve gets home from work, we’ll have a little doggie funeral.
Elijah wailed for a while more here at home but I’ve finally got him playing some Wii so he’s a bit distracted. Every so often he still says “I miss Rimshot” or “I wish Rimshot was here” or even just, “Oh, Rimshot.” He will be fine in time, I know. It’s really interesting, though, how this boy loves that dog because all he did was harass him and cause that poor dog grief and then yell something like, “UGH, I need a dog that respects me!”
I am not without tears. I’ve been crying off and on since I found out that he was hurt. When I realized that it wasn’t just a hurt paw that would go away in a few hours, I think I knew where this was headed.
So farewell, old friend, we’ve been allies in this house of crazy people for 10 years now and I’m really gonna miss you.