Keidi – our beloved Dachshund has gone on to “doggie Heaven”. It’s been a rough week-and-a-half. The day after Mother’s Day our Keidi started acting a little weird, just not like her usual self, she didn’t want to eat, go out and bark and the neighbors or really do much of anything. We thought, maybe, she just had too much human food from the table the day before. Usually we’ll give her some bread, ice cream, milk from the table (never meat or veggies). We had strawberry cake and my husband let her lick the plate after he’d finished so there were only a few tiny crumbs, but the cake was made with real strawberries and she has a lot of allergies, so I thought she might have been having some weird reaction to that so I gave her some Benadryl. She still wasn’t perking up to her normal self. By Thursday she stopped drinking water, even when we held the bowl up to her mouth. I left work early and my son and I took her to E-Pet 911 and they ran some blood work and ex-ray’s and they told us she was in severe kidney failure.
Oh boy, I wasn’t ready for this, but, I knew something wasn’t right. The Vet offered to keep her there to push fluids and medicine through IV, but even then there was no guarantee it would help. Also, even though we LOVE our four-legged friend we do have a family responsibility to be fiscally responsible and there’s always the “how much are we willing to let our dog suffer” because we aren’t emotionally ready to let her go? Obviously with kidney failure there’s really no turning back, no true “cure”, just life-long treatment of medicine therapy.
I still remember they day my husband went to pick her up from the breeder. It was a super cold and snowy day in January of 2000. She was six weeks old. He took a little laundry basket filled with blankets and drove about an hour one-way, after he’d worked all day even. Our son was five and he was so excited to see her when they finally got home.
Even now, I still get teary-eyed just thinking about her. She was with us over for over fourteen years. She slept with us, followed us around the house, sat at our feet while we ate, snuggled on the couch with us. She was definitely a major part of our lives.
Today, I’m cleaning up the rest of her belongings, her crate, harness and leash and all of her toys.
Her favorite toys, clearly they’ve all been chewed on. We kept her toys in the corner of the living room and she’d go over and pick one out, play with it a while, shake it around, growl at it then just walk away when she got tired.