Born: November 10, 2001 Died: March 16, 2002
Phoebe was my baby. I had her for only 3 months, got her for Christmas on Christmas day from my parents (December 25th, 2001). Little did we know, she had kidney failure and didn't find out until she was really sick her last week of life.
She vomited everyday during that week and wouldn't eat. We went the a vet twice that week and they just kept trying different medicines. Finally on Thursday (March 14, 2002) I took her to a different vet that I heard was very good. They did an all blood work test and everything pointed to the kidneys in the test. They came back and told me that it wasn't good and that Phoebe had kidney damage and that the cause of it was she must've gotten into something like antifreeze or something toxic like that. It was a horrible moment.
The vet then proceeded to explain about putting Phoebe on IV Fluids for 24 hours to see if they can flush out what might be in her kidneys. The next day, I went into work, a complete mess and had to leave early just to go see Phoebe. She was in a cage with an iv and tube all over her. She looked more sick than she was when i took her in Thursday night. The vet came and talked to me about her progress and said they won't know anything about whether her rates onher chart will go down or not until at about 6 or 7 when they take another blood test. So I told them I would be there at 6:30 to know the results.
At 6:30pm, I went there and held her as they told me she wasn't going to get better, she was actually getting worse. So they kept her on fluids for another night in hope for a miracle, but it didn't happen.
Saturday morning (March 16, 2002- her last day), I went and picked her up and brought her home to spend the day with her...we laid in my bed the entire day, hours and hours. She felt so sick and so helpless that she was really suffering.
I couldn't take another day of it, so that night I took her back to the vet to be euthanized. I held her the entire time the vet put her to sleep, crying my eyes out. I had planned on bringing her home so I told the vet to wrap her in her favorite blankie that she could never sleep without it and then he wrapped in a towel over that. My friend had to drive my car while i held her in my arms like a baby, not being able to see her face through the towel.
When we got home, I put her in a box and put her name on it and the day she was born and that day she died and buried her in the backyard.
Phoebe seemed to touch everyone's hearts in so many ways. It was just like she was an angel sent down here knowing she wasn't going to be here long just to show everyone what love really is. I will miss her and won't ever compare her to another puppy.
