Last week I wrote about the problems Laika was having and what the doctor had said. The follow-up, naturally, was a different doctor at the same clinic said something completely different. It’s like no one talked to each other, no one took notes, no one seemed to know what was going on.
As for Laika, he seemed to be doing okay. After that last post I got a lot of well-meaning texts and emails telling me it was hard but I would know when it was the right time to let him go, when his suffering outweighed my selfishness. But he seemed to be doing okay.
I knew it was the start of a downhill slide but it didn’t seem any worse than it had been for the last several months. Outside he was still running and, with the allergy medicine, he seemed to be calm.
Then I left for Lisbon, for three weeks, for work. Rasa was at home with Laika and Monki and while we knew it would be hard, he was getting better. Except when I left, he got worse. He would sleep all day and be up and coughing all night. He was incontinent and aggravated. We figured it was because he was mad at me for leaving. I had rescued him, after all, and even when we had our differences, he was still my dog. he was always by my side. When I went to bed, he went to bed (he had two beds, spoiled git, one right next to my side of the bed).
Then today, things changed. Rasa had let him out to do his business and when he came back in, he brought something he’d picked up with him. She wasn’t sure what it was, maybe a dead bird or something. But the upshot was that he started vomiting everywhere, hacking up blood. We thought it might have been a bone or something lodged in his throat so she left Monki with her mom and had a friend drive her to the vet, who said there was nothing lodged but to get him to the hospital right away.
There, after running tests, they determined his heart and lungs were giving out (that’s where the blood was coming from). And the probable reason for his freak out a week or so back was because he couldn’t see out of his left eye. It was time. Rasa said good-bye in my stead (I said good-bye when I left on Sunday night, not guessing it would be the last time, but at least I got to say it and give him scratches).
I’m sure he knew I loved him. He was the strangest dog I ever met. The only dog I knew who didn’t want to go for walks. He was a drama queen, doing whatever he could to get more treats out of me (and I fell for it every time, which is why he’d gotten so fat). He loved swimming and chasing balls and playing in the snow. He barked at people as they were leaving but never when they came in. He had all sorts of adventures, riding trains and motorcycles, visiting castles and going for long airplane rides.
Good-bye my friend. I will miss you more than you will know. I hope wherever you are, you have a beam of sunlight to call your own.