Friday, April 10, 2009
We lost Bailey yesterday.
Bailey, the 13-year old Scottish Terror, crossed the Rainbow Bridge yesterday afternoon, having made the trip from the Rio Grande Valley to be held by his Mom and comforted by his lifelong vet and vet tech. I had told him to try and hang on till we got there. The appointment was for next Monday, but Wednesday as we neared our old stomping grounds, it was clear that he was getting worse.
A vet in January told me she thought he had Cushings, but a bad spell a few weeks later sent us to another vet who xrayed and found an enlarged heart. Bailey was in heart failure. A heart drug and water pill were prescribed. He started failing about 6 weeks later and it was clear when he was no longer able to walk with grandma around the block that he was not doing well. He started refusing food while drinking massive amounts of water. He started wearing belly bands which he hated, but finally accepted. He took on the appearance of a little pot-bellied pig as the fluid built up. He quit playing with his toys and showed no interest in much of anything. An infrequent spark would occur. . . that spunkie Scottie spirit showing through, but his voice was soft and hoarse.
Our vet offered to aspirate the fluid and try another heart med, but the enlarged heart would remain, pressing on his lungs and continuing to make his breathing labored. We would only be buying a little time with him and probably not time he would enjoy. So the decision was made that he would join cousin Jericho, who just one week ago died of acute kidney failure. Bailey should be romping with him--now able to run once again, bark, and breathe normally.Bailey was a rescue, having been abused before he came to live with us.
The last four years he has full-timed with us and visited relatives and friends all over the U.S. He is survived by another rescued Scottie, Neal.
He is missed.
Posted by Dale at 10:58 PM