Mike L
Senior Member
Losing my first black lab boo was the hardest death I ever dealt with. She got bit by a couple different ticks and ended up with what the vet called the trifecta. Lyme disease, erlichea, and antiplasmosis. She was always high energy and when she quit eating was the first clue. Vet thought she had a stomach bug so we gave her pepto and it worked for a week or so. Quit eating again and it was in for blood tests when we found the real problem. She lasted about a month longer and I fed her chicken broth with a large syringe thing. I kept telling the vet not to keep her alive for me. Vet said “ look at her. She’s not quitting yet” well quitting ain’t my style either so I basically handed the vet a credit card and we kept trying. One night the dog came over and put her head in my lap and we both knew it was over. I took all 35 lbs of her in the next morning and put her down. Vet gave her the first shot to relax her. While that was setting in boo locked eyes with me and we said our goodbyes. Vet gave her the shot to put her down and she never lost eye contact until she shut them. I’m not ashamed to say I cried a good plenty over that dog. It’s been 6 years and I still feel guilty for not catching it sooner.