We've had a sad week here at home. Our dog Chumley died on Monday. He was 13 1/2 years old which I know is a good age, but it wasn't expected and it happened so quickly. He seemed fine on Saturday then on Saturday evening he seemed quite. Then on Sunday he seemed to be really withdrawn and not happy like he normally was. He didn't want his dinner which wasn't like him as he loved food. Then on Sunday evening he could hardly move. I stayed up on Sunday night with him, Paul said he'd take him to the vet on Monday as I had doctors appointment.
Monday morning came and Paul took him to the vets first thing. The rest of the morning was a bit of a whirlwind. Paul eventually got back just in time for me to get to my doctors appointment but minus Chumley. He was in tears. He'd had to take him from our vets in Swaffham to the head office at Fakenham as they had an ex-ray machine. They told Paul they thought a tumor had burst and had to look inside and to leave Chumley with them.
By the time I got back from the doctors they where just phoning to say yes a tumor had burst which was on his spline and was gushing blood into his stomach. He also had one on his liver. They said he would need an operation to live which would cost over a thousand pounds and they couldn't guarantee he would live through the operation. They also said they would only give him 6 months to a year to live and couldn't guarantee he wouldn't be in pain and they recommended that we put him to sleep.
As you can imagine we were so upset and didn't know what to do at first. Then we decided that we didn't want him to be in pain so made the hard decision to put him to sleep. We cried all afternoon. The vets were very good and said they would bring him to Swaffham for us and we could collect him at 6 pm. After deciding what to do next we phoned Paul's Auntie and ask her if we could bury him there. She agreed and we collected him and took him there. We found a lovely spot for him and he's were we can go and visit and is in a family home so we know it will be okay. We move around a lot with Paul's job and didn't want to leave him here.
To say it's been quite this week without him is amazing. Thankfully we have another dog Called Hannah who has been very quite and following me everywhere which is understandable. I think she's getting there and is doing okay.
So this is one week we won't forget.