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Trip hasn’t been doing well lately. He’s lost weight, not eating much and finally just quit eating. I tempted him with raw beef hamburger and steak. I cut the steak in fingernail sizes and hand fed him. He would only eat a small amount at a time. I gave him bread, cornbread, he loves both. He chewed with his mouth opening wide, dropping pieces of food. Depressed? Pain? Bad tooth? I made a vet appointment.

He wasn’t having any part of them trying to examine him, so they brought out a muzzle. He wouldn’t allow that either, so I took it. I suggested several times that they sedate him. I put the muzzle on him, several times, it failed. After I told them several more times to sedate him, and that when he came to after being neutered, he tried to bite everyone, the vet decided to sedate him. LOL Trip got real relaxed.

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They put him on a stretcher to take him to X-Ray. The vet showed me the X-Rays, his stomach was distended, huge, full of gas, his intestines were inflamed, the intestine walls were thickened and full of gas.
Trip had hookworms, but they shouldn’t have caused all this. I wormed all the dogs last month.

The vet mentioned the possibility of lymphoma. No way to know for sure without opening him up. Don’t really want to do that, as a last resort, but even if we did, there is no cure for him.

Since he was sedated, the vet got the tube she uses on horses and cattle and tubed him. The techs squeezed his belly, releasing a lot of gas. They worked him over, shots of B12, fluids and manipulating more gas out.

Vet said bland diet for couple of weeks, no more steak for Trip. He had a medication for nausea, one for pain and one for hookworms. @Ridgetop suggested milk of magnesia so I got some today.

Trip’s appointment was at 3:45, we didn’t leave until 6:20. The vet and 3 techs stayed after 5, working on Trip. He came to, and was glad to jump in the truck to go home. I fixed him chicken and rice, he ate it up. His belly had to feel better without all that gas in it.

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Today I bought 40 pounds of chicken leg quarters and a 20 pound bag of rice. I’ve cooked 10 pounds, pulled meat off the bones, got 2 half gallon jars of meat and huge pot of broth. Trip had a good lunch.

So this is where Trip and I are at. Does he have lymphoma? I don’t know. I’m really hoping it is something else. For the next few weeks, he’ll get rice, chicken, broth and medications for nausea, pain and to get rid of the hookworms. He’ll get a little milk of magnesia to make sure his intestines are working, the rice should add bulk to help things move along. We’ll see how it goes.

I know dogs come with an expiration date, but I figured Trip’s expiration date was a few years out, I’m sure hoping so. I’ve had enough loss, it needs to stop and give me a break.
 

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It’s raining, we sure need it. Trip is conked out in the floor. That’s all he wants to do lately be in the house and asleep. Carson wants to be with his buddy so he’s in the house too.

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I looked outside, not a sheep in sight, they ran for shelter. The Anatolians are in their favorite corner under trees, where they can survey their kingdom. It takes a hard rain for them to run for cover.
 

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I had Trip put down today. All I could get him to eat was half a piece of bread, one tiny piece at a time. He backed away from my offering of chicken, and I knew. Cancer was killing his insides, I watched him all weekend, sleeping, barely breathing sometimes, other times panting, almost gasping for air. He wasn’t going to get any better, he was dying.

I took him for his last ride in the truck. He was standing, then slowly sank down, resting his head on the armrest, watching me with adoring eyes.

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I cried all the way to the vet. At the vet’s I sat in the floor cradling his big head. The vet sedated him. Tears streamed down my face. I couldn’t hold it together. She gave him the drugs, his heart stopped and he was gone. Trip was 7 years old.

I called @Devonviolet and cried all the way home. She prayed a beautiful prayer.

I couldn’t let Trip suffer. My big white teddy bear didn’t understand, all he knew was that he was in pain and misery. I did the right thing, but why does it have to hurt so damned bad?
 
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