I am sitting here in shock.
This time 24 hours ago, we had two perfectly healthy dogs.
Now only BeAnne sits at my feet.
I don’t know where to begin really. Everything was normal. Loki had his usual normal day – breakfast, loafing about, a good long walk, and then in the late afternoon Daisy found him lying by my desk (unusual for him) while I was out.
Loki refused his tea at 17:00 – something not right but he eats everything around outside and in so we weren’t too worried.
While we ate our supper (19:00), he walked into the kitchen to be with us but by 10:00 when I wanted the dogs to go out, he couldn’t stand at all. We phoned the on-call vet and took him straight in to the surgery.
The vet examined Loki and said he thought he was anaemic (but the blood results came back fine) and stuck a needle into Loki’s abdomen. The first time he drew out blood, the second nothing and the third, again, blood.
A drip was set up and Loki just lay there. They x-rayed and operated on Loki. I was phoned at 02:30 and told Loki didn’t make it. A small tumour had been removed from his spleen but he died while he was being sewn up. Loki felt no pain and I believe this because he never reacted to anything. He was the type of dog that would.
I just don’t understand what happened. I can’t get my head around it. It is sort of the same thing that happened to Wussums. What am I doing wrong? Is there a connection? We are all very numb.
Loki was 6 years old. It is not fair.
Goodnight Loki. Run free. You were loved.