My grandmother's dog, Presley, was put down today... we're all sad about that. I feel bad for my grandmother... Presley was all she had left after my grandfather died. She also had Hydie, but Hydie was too much of a hassle to care for, so she was put up for adoption.
Presley was 14 years old so I wasn't expecting him to last too much longer. I got home to hear the news on my way inside. He suffered from a severe cough so my grandmother brought him to the vet. Apparently he had a collapsed trachea and it was like that for a while. Most likely started from the flood here back in August. The veterinarian gave her some medication for the coughing and a shot as well. The coughing got worse... and then he started drooling and fell asleep. So they put him under oxygen. After a while my grandmother was holding him and he woke up, gave two little barks and went straight into a seizure and then laid still... The vet told my grandmother they could revive him, but the next possible seizure will most likely be fatal. She said no and to put him down...
I could tell my grandmother wanted to cry when she told me this, but she kept strong. I feel horrible... to be honest I was expecting T-boy, my dog, to go first. He's 15 and looks like he's been on his last leg since last year. Another "family member" gone.
That's him on the left. Sorry for the quality of the picture it was the only one I had of him.
