Being a Pommy Mommy conjures up images of being just that… a mommy. Be it a mommy to human children or to furry children your heart is consistently pushed to the limit. This has been the case for the past 6 weeks. Our little Maggie stopped eating and was lethargic which was very uncharacteristic from one who is usually happy and always hungry for something. My husband and I took notice and waited a couple of days to see if she snapped out of it. She didn’t. So off to the Vet we went.
At first… it was worst than we thought it could be when the Vet came in and said that it looked like she had Pancreatitis. Maggie was very rarely sick and if she was, it wasn’t anything to be alarmed about… an ear infection here, loose stool or upset stomach there… nothing major. Pancreatitis? Really? We feed her the best diet, never table scraps and pay close attention to balancing fat, protein and carb intake. How can she… and how did she get sick was what went through our minds… we were kinda freaking out a bit… which is not normal for us. The Vet told us that it is very common that dogs with Pancreatitis live long and happy lives on a maintenance program of bland food… nothing rich or spicy. She needed to spend 2 days and nights in the hospital to get her body back in balance.
She seemed fine when she came home for the first day… and she was taking her medicine and began getting a little appetite back… she was showing signs of feeling better. The Vet told us to keep giving her the anti-biotics and we would revisit blood work, x-rays and perhaps an ultrasound in two weeks. Two days before her medicine ran out we saw signs of great decline… the usually chipper Maggie was laying on her bed downstairs and not moving, she couldn’t walk up the stairs any more when she would sprint up them. As this Pommy’s Mommy, I knew she wasn’t getting better. We called the Vet on Friday, October 12 and brought her in for a check up… our worst suspicions were true. Instead of Maggie getting better… she was horribly worse.
X-rays that were taken two weeks previous shown muted “white” areas surrounding the pancreas, spleen and stomach which is usually sign of some inflammation… now they were “bright white”… and for such a small dog that should never be. My husband suspected she had Cancer from the first day we walked in to the Vet… and that’s what it looked like in the X-Rays. As Maggie’s Mommy it was impossible to make a decision regarding what to do… there was too much information to digest… so I consulted with Maggie’s Daddy and being that all we saw was suffering in Maggie’s future we asked the Vet to euthanize her… it was as horrible a feeling as I could have imagined. I didn’t want her to go through chemo-therapy that most likely wouldn’t save her and would just torture her before she eventually died.
Being a Pommy Mommy is about giving Rescue and all Pomeranians the best life possible and when it is time for them to leave us we can never be selfish, we must keep our furry babies as pain free and suffering free as possible. I feel we did just that… but it still does not take away the heart ache… it never will. I love Maggie and her sister who has also passed as much as any mother could love her babies… and that’s all we can do.
I didn’t want this to be a morbid or sad post, I just wanted to let you know what has happened in an informational story of why you won’t be seeing any more current photos of my Little Maggie. I thank you all for being so supportive in this time of grieving.