When I write these posts, I keep telling myself that it just HAS to get better when it comes to the personal turmoils of our life. Despite my inner hope, something new and horrible seems to happen. We are trying to keep it together with the grief we feel about losing our wonderful most gentle giant.
Zed was the kindest dog I have ever had and I just loved his good temperament. He was just always there to be a part of the action and always wanted to please anyone around him. He loved his family.
Yesterday while I was home and before I started my 3-11 PM shift at work, he seemed perfectly fine. Unfortunately, when Natalie arrived home around 4:30 PM, he was obviously struggling and having difficulty breathing. His local veterinarian was closing and advised us to take him to a pet hospital in Port Washington about 30 miles south of us. Since I was at work, Natalie had to manage to get him in her vehicle and to rush him to the hospital. Due to COVID, she wasn’t allowed into the hospital and waited in her car for 3 hours while they worked on him. They diagnosed him with pneumonia and decided he needed to spend the night there. Natalie returned home.
I got off work at 11:00 PM and called the vet to see how he was doing and at that point, he was in respiratory failure, deteriorating very rapidly and we had no choice but to euthanize. We were able to drive back and be with him one last time before we had to say goodbye. We are comforted in believing that he at least knew we were there with him before he left us.
He wasn’t even two years old. That moment was (so far) the worst we have experienced this year.
It can’t get much worse.
This post will serve as a living memory and tribute of the wonderful, but short time we had with him. Goodbye, Zed…..
