Gizmo died last night.
We had him at the vet yesterday. He said that Giz had developed a heart murmur and had prescribed Enalapril for him. He said the new meds wouldn’t cure it of course; but they were the drug of choice for treatment. He gave him a thorough check up. He checked his gums, to make sure that his circulation was good and it was. Both his lungs were clear.
On the way home yesterday we stopped at a resale shop. I put Gizmo in the seat of the cart as we shopped. There was a man with Down’s at the resale shop. He took a real shine to Gizmo. Then when we got home he had some chicken and took a nap while Amanda and I took Molly and Daisy for a walk.
Last night he wasn’t very hungry. Then before I went to sleep he cuddled with me for a long time.
Before I went to sleep though he hopped off the bed and went underneath. We could hear him scratching the carpet. Doug said to leave him alone.
But in my heart I knew something was wrong.
Then this morning when the rest of the pack was letting us know they were up and ready to go out we didn’t hear Giz.
He wasn’t under the bed anymore either.
He’d moved during the night across the room, behind the big chair; and that’s where he was when Doug found him this morning.
It hadn’t been very long.
Doug handed him to me and I sat smoothing his fur and apologizing to him; and one by one the rest of the pack came in to say goodbye. Daisy, who was Gizmo’s BFF seemed the most freaked out. Lazer who usually bounds up on the bed like a maniac jumped up, then instead of spinning in circles and acting crazy, Lazer immediately just collapsed next to me, sniffing Gizmo over and over.
I called Amanda to see if she wanted to come over but she said she didn’t think she could take seeing him. Evelyn is sick, so we can’t get together today either.
Eventually Doug took Gizmo away; and although in my heart I know that one day I will see him again and that he is with Little Bit and Charlie Brown and Simba And Kiwi and Buddy, right now I feel like my heart is in a million pieces.
I called our vet, who was so sweet. He said it wasn’t my fault. It could have happened at any time, without warning. He said that short of having a defibrillator there there was nothing that could have been done. Gizmo was at least 10. (Since he was a rescue we don’t know exactly how old he was when we got him.)
I love you Giz.
See you soon, Mom