So my blog title is wrong, as of the 15th last week. What started out as a normal Wednesday ended in the loss of my buddy, my first dog. Now in typical Vinny style he did go out with some "romance" and humor. You see Vinny the horn dog king came out of his kennel with his penis fully out. We thought it'd go back down, it had done this before. But time went on and the penis still hung low...haha. My friend, who I must say is a true friend and conveniently a veterinarian came by and spent the next hour soaking his penis in a sugar water solution and trying to get it to go back. Who else would do that? Any way after over an hour and no success we gave the kiddo an anti-inflammatory pill and let him lay down. After watching him for a while, it was decided this problem was not going away. It was "an erection lasting longer than 4 hours" So I packed him in the car and drove off to the emergency vet clinic, I was not looking forward to the expense but gosh could only imagine what would happen if he penis lost blood circulation. We got checked in, and the vet tried again to get the offending member back in place. Well it would not go, so the decision was to sedate him and cut the skin so that the now swollen penis would go back in place..two stitches and he'd be as good as new....yowsa!! But it was only supposed to take 5 mins, plus some wake up time and then we could crawl back in bed. I sat playing on my phone and just as I thought things were taking a little long, the vet rushed in the room to tell me he was having problems with anesthesia. I came back to the treatment area to find the vet team performing cpr on my dog and was told his heart had stopped. Well they tried for 15 mins to revive my little buddy to no avail. Reality crept in as I watched him slip away. My little Vinny...the dog who had survived through so much, so many problems from seizures, hydrocephalus, and eye removal just the month before...to now die all because he was a horny lil bugger!
He was the first pet I've had die. I mean my childhood kitties ran away, were given away by my parents, or died after I moved away. This was the first tragic loss of my own. It's been weird. I've been in the vet field a long time, Ive seen many a pet leave their family, I've watched their owners cry. So surreal to have the tables turn, to know what is happening, to hear those words of grief come out of my own mouth. To have the words of sympathy be told to me... I have no experience on what to say from this end...yes it sucks, thank you for your sympathy.
Anyway I haven't wanted to talk about it a whole lot, but felt the need to tell my story and say good bye. Maybe its because I got his ashes back today. So I say good bye Vinny, I really hope you are some where running as fast as you did when you were young, that you can see, that your body is whole again. Thanks for being such an inspiration of how to have a good attitude no matter what. Thanks for the laughs, and kisses. Farewell my friend!!
