I wasn't able to afford to keep this memorial open until recently, and now that I have I would like to share some information on Misey. He was a full breed Shih Tzu,and lived until he was 17 years old. I've only known him for three because I didn't meet my housemate until three years ago and Misey and I grew very close his last three years of his life. He went through a lot of medical issues over the course of 17 years. He had parvo as a puppy,and nearly died. A larger dog bit him and ripped some of his teeth out when he was 4 or 5 years old. Then at the age of 13, his eye almost popped out and was given a 50/50 chance by the vets who weren't sure that his eye was savable.
He loved to laugh, play, and run. My housemate never really walked him and I took the responsibility in doing that. We grew...extremely close and I will never forget the day that he died. On June 12, 2010 we realized that Misey was still sick from the previous week. He was drinking a lot more that usual, he wasn't able to take anything down, he was peeing so much,and had trouble walking. We took him to the vet,and found out that his kidneys were in bad shape. Since they were closing they made us go to an emergency vet clinic that is opened 24 hours,and three hours of waiting we were told that treatment may help,but he wouldn't be cured of the disease....it was a difficult decision and we decided that he needed to be put down to stop his suffering. My housemate and I said good-bye,and I was the only one who was there in his last moments of life. My housemate couldn't stand to be in the room, and I told Misey that he was the best dog I've ever had and that I loved him. Less than 15 seconds it was over. He died 4:04 Pacific Standard Time. It was very peaceful. They left the room and I cried,and they came back to check his heart and it just felt so numb. They placed him in a little mermaid towel and put him in a box that had paper for the copy machine. I rememeber walking outside with the box,and entering the car and I cried again. I remember that while I was in the waiting room waiting to see the doctor I had a woman taking pictures of me and Misey just in case....I wish I was wrong that day. A minute before Misey died I had them take a picture of us,and......that was hard. Until this day I really feel weird about that particular picture.
We went home,and we buried him in the towel next to the bedroom and I remember for the next two days I was crying. I never had to put a dog down before directly, and for those who know what I'm talking about it's not something you want to really talk about with anybody. You know the situation was out of your control, and that with an uncurable condition it only gets worse...however just because you know that doesn't mean that you accept it. Today on June 26,2010, is the two week anniversary of his death....and even though the tears are gone the sadness is still there. For many pet owners, it's just unfair isn't it? We love these dogs so much that it's like losing someone very close in your family........it's not fair that he's gone, and it'll never be okay that he is but things do get better. One way or another life goes on,and even though Misey is gone the memories are still alive, which means one way or another so is he........there's not a doubt in my mind that I won't be reunited with him someday,somehow...and that's a very comforting thought. Thank you all for taking the time to read this.