| Sierra, on our trip out West, May 2012. |
Friday, I ventured to Wausau for the weekend to spend the Christmas holiday with my parents, brother, sister-in-law and their family. We had a good visit on Friday and Saturday. The dogs got to hang out together, running outside and working as a team to chase a bunny out of the side woods. Watching the delight and joy in Tanner's eyes (3 1/2 year old nephew) and hearing him say "Thank you, Jess" before even opening a present that I gave him was a true treat. After we opened our gifts, however, things went downhill. Sierra was in the living room area near the kitchen table and had an immense nose bleed. Clots and a lot of blood. I was able to corral her in the entry area on the wood floor where I held her head up and tried to get her nose to stop bleeding with wads of paper toweling. After I couldn't stop the bleeding, I decided to take Sierra to the emergency vet. They admitted her and tried to use an Epinephrine drip into her nose to stop the bleeding. After their failed attempts - because she would get upset and sneeze out what was being dripped into her nose - they opted to sedate her and try again. While she was sedated, I also chose to perform a set of X-rays on her snout. Weeks earlier, after her first nosebleed, my regular vet took X-rays, but couldn't see anything conclusive on the shots. This was partially because she wasn't sedated and shifted a little during the X-rays they took. The X-rays from the ER vet concluded my fears - a tumor in her right nostril. According to Dr. Mary, based on the film, it looked like there was a mass in there that "completely obliterated her sinus area" which was causing the occasional bleeding. This would only get worse over time unless she had the mass surgically removed. Surgery on a 12-year-old dog is not an easy task, so it was something that weighed heavy on my mind. Later that afternoon, I took a very relaxed Sierra home with me after they stopped the bleeding. Once we got her back to my parents' house, Mom and I took her into the bathroom and cleaned her nose and paws up with some hydrogen peroxide - she had blood everywhere. We confined her to a small kennel so that she would relax away from the kids and dogs, but also so that she couldn't agitate herself, break the clot loose and start bleeding again.
In the kennel, as she came out of her sedated state, she started to bleed again. I tried to get it to stop again, using the same method I had the first time - tilting her head back and trying to hold paper towels on her nose. At this point, I completely lost it, emotionally. I didn't want her to suffer through this. She licked me, because she could see I was upset. My sister-in-law, Liss, came behind me to console me and at that point, my Mom called the ER vet again to see if they would admit her overnight. The only way for her to heal was to relax and let her own body produce a clot without her trying to sneeze/snort it out.
First thing the next morning, I picked Sierra up from the vet, not knowing that this would be the final 'good' day that she would have. She laid in her favorite spot - under the Christmas tree - coming out of her overnight sedation. She didn't bleed from her nose. She was completely relaxed. Everyone let her rest.
That night, Sierra and I drove back home. She was so happy to be home. I cancelled my typical Sunday night event and spent the evening with her. After we went to bed, that's when the downhill slide began.
She vomited several times in the middle of the night. She had one nosebleed that I was able to stop. But the worst thing was the diarrhea. She would let me know that she needed to go out - about every half-hour - by jumping on the side of the bed or by panting next to my bed. She didn't stop pooping. The next day, she wouldn't eat her normal food, so I put her on a bland diet to try to firm things up - between cottage cheese, rice and ground turkey. At first, she ate that - not a lot of it. She constantly drank without issues - which comforted me. But she couldn't keep anything in. She was no longer vomiting, but she couldn't stop pooping pure liquid.
| My last photo of Sierra, Christmas Day 2012. |
I took Sierra to the vet at 8:30 on 12/26. I talked with the vet, she looked at the X-rays from the ER vet and had read the patient history from the weekend. I explained to her what had been happening since I returned to Minnesota. She listened, sympathetically, as I explained in detail what had been happening. She then confirmed exactly what I had the night before - and what was my biggest fear: it was Sierra's time. The vet sedated her, and I spent time with Sierra alone while we waited for that sedation to take effect. I sat with her and petted her nose, her ears, her neck, as she shook and panted heavily. She was so scared. What was I doing to her? I sobbed, but tried to talk in a controlled voice, telling her that I loved her and that everything was going to be okay.
A lie. Nothing was going to be okay. I was taking her life away from her.
Once she was sedated - still awake - but very relaxed - the vet and vet tech came in to put her down. She passed peacefully - no convulsions, just one last breath, one last heartbeat, and she was gone.
These last few days have been the hardest ones of my life. I lost my best friend. Sierra loved me unconditionally and was always there for me - no questions asked. I had more than 9 wonderful years with her and I wouldn't change that for anything.
Sierra, I miss you so much. I've never felt so lonely in my lifetime - a piece of my heart is literally gone forever.


