My yorkie Bogie had congestive heart failure. He was 13 and my best friend. I am alive because if I killed myself who would have taken care of him? My life is what it is now because of him and I was no longer alone. He was abused as a pup and about 1ish when I got a hold of him. We bonded quick and he went with me everywhere. I always knew he would have pain in his back legs due to having them both broken (he walked like Charlie Chapmen... paws pointed out, so very cute) when he got older so I had prepared myself for this, but not for this. One day his breathing got labored so I figured he had a cold... it got worse so I took him to the emergency vet and they diagnosed him with Congestive Heart Failure. He spent 4 days in the oxygen tent, came home and 4 days later I had to take him back. We did this for about 2 months and he wasn’t getting better. My vet said we could keep doing this or put him down. Either way they told me he had 2 to 4 weeks. I just couldn’t keep putting him up in that oxygen tent.. he was so sad in it but he couldn’t be out of it for more then a few days. My husband and I put him down on November 27th 2006 and I can’t stop feeling like I killed him. I didn’t know if it was hurting him or anything... he was such a good boy, he never cried or anything for shots, exams anything. He was a stoic brave dog and I miss him everyday. If he’s in dog heaven is he mad at me? Does he want to know why I didn’t protect him? Or is he happy running around with all the other doggie souls happy to have 2 good legs and a good heart? Will I ever get over this feeling? Does anyone feel the same way?
I love you Bogie... you were the best and I’m sorry.
I love you Bogie... you were the best and I’m sorry.