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When to put a dog down with lymphoma
I've adopted my first puppy a year ago. He's 3 months now and his first lymphoma. It's stage 2A and I took him to the vet on October 19th because he was feeling sick. He had a small fever, his weight was going down, and his lymph nodes were hard and he felt a little bloated. He tested positive for Canine Leukemia and was put on imi for 10 days (4 weeks). The dog was a little better but he was still very lethargic. The vet sd he was going to make the decision to put the dog to sleep but I think it will be too soon.
He started to get better but was still not his old self. He got up more and started getting very tired when he went outside. I went to the vet and found out that his lymph nodes were the size of a ping pong ball and that the white count was at 12,000. I was so scared and I didn't know what to do. I felt helpless and like I was going crazy. I went to the vet every week and the next time I went, the vet told me that the dog was suffering. He looked so small in his kennel and I cried so hard and so fast. I didn't know what to do and I felt like he was dying before my eyes. I just wished it would be over. I thought about it and I asked the vet if it would be OK if I put my puppy to sleep, if it was the right time. I cried for hours that day and the vet sd it was OK. I called my husband and told him and he sd it was OK but that I should think about it. I was so upset.
I was still crying when I went home that night. I looked at my puppy, I loved him so much, and I just knew that I was going to make the wrong decision. I was going to let my dog die but I still didn't know if it was the right time and how could I just put my puppy to sleep like that? I started to get so frustrated that I couldn't decide what to do. It was very hard to think clearly. It was just too much, it was as if I were drowning. I just couldn't take it anymore and I didn't know what to do. I was like a zombie. I went to the vet and told him about my problem. He told me it was OK to decide but that the right time was the right time. He sd he wouldn't tell me to make the decision and I knew he wouldn't. I went home and I was so sad. I cried agn and just felt like a flure for putting my puppy to sleep when he wasn't even that sick. I felt so bad that it was too late and I was putting my puppy to sleep. I just wanted him to be there and to have him to play with me and love me. He had a lot of fun with me and was always happy. He was really cute, so innocent and he was so smart.
The next morning, I went to the vet and told him about my problem. I decided to make the decision to put my puppy to sleep. I felt so relieved. The vet asked me how I was feeling and I sd that I just wanted to know if it was the right time. He told me that yes it was. He sd that he would give me his phone number and that I could call him if I was still feeling bad or if I had other problems. I told him that I would call him but that I wasn't sure if I would be OK. He asked me if I had a friend or relative to go with me. I told him that I didn't have anyone. He asked me if I wanted to go with him to look at my puppy. I sd that I didn't want to see him in that state. He sd that it would only take a few minutes. I was in shock and I just couldn't take it. He told me that I was doing the right thing, that I should think about it and then he would come back and we would go together to the vet. I sd that I didn't want to. He sd that he would come back and he gave me his number.
That evening, my husband came home and asked me what was wrong. I told him that I had a decision to make and I was so scared. He sd he would go with me and that we would talk to the vet together. I was so happy because my husband was there for me and he was so supportive. When we got to the vet, he told me that the dog had a tumor in his stomach, which was the size of a ping pong ball, that his white count was at 30,000 and he was in the ICU. He was put on imi agn for 4 weeks. He tested negative for the leukemia virus and we took him home.
I had to go to the vet every day and every week I cried. I cried every time I saw him. I never wanted him to suffer because of me. He had fun with me, he liked to play with my husband and I. I thought I'd put my puppy to sleep but then the puppy had fun with me, he loved me, he was really cute and we had fun together. He was in so much pn. He was scared and he was suffering. I just didn't know what to do. I tried not to think about him because I didn't want to feel bad. I cried all the time and I was so sad. I didn't want him to suffer because of me.
My puppy's lymphoma was still there when we took him home. He looked like a different dog and I knew he was very sick. His appetite was very poor and he wasn't the same anymore. He lost weight and he just didn't look healthy. He still liked to play and I thought that he would be OK.
I was feeling very guilty and sad because he was in so much pn. I didn't know what I would do if I couldn't save him. I didn't know if I would be able to