I visited the message board to see happy stories of Corgis and try to bring my spirits.
Two days ago, in the afternoon, we unexpectedly had to put our Corgi to sleep. He was almost 14 years old. My wife, kids, and I all knew the time was coming but never expected such a turn of events. I work from home and left my office to take a break. Our Corgi, Toby, always lounged by our front door, on the cool tile floor. I noticed that he was panting and breathing quite heavily. As I got closer, I realized that he had urinated on the floor where he lay. I immediately knew something was wrong. I thought maybe he had a seizure. I called the vet and they suggested I bring him in.
The vet examined him and said his temperature was low and his gums looked pale. She decided to do blood work and x-rays. As she left the room, she said he was "critical". My heart sank. A short time later, the vet brought me back to see the x-rays. There was a large tumor on his spleen and a large mass in his abdomen that had pushed his organs to one side. I immediately began to break down. She went on to say that he most likely had Hemangiosarcoma and that one of the tumors had ruptured and he was bleeding internally. My options were not good. He could have surgery to remove his spleen but, with the cancer spreading, he wouldn't live but a few months anyway. Plus, he would mostly likely be in pain and not a great quality of life.
I felt like a wimp because I literally could make the decision myself. I spoke to my wife and older son who has spent the most time with Toby. The only consensus was to do the humane thing and end his suffering. It was so unexpected as he showed no signs of pain; was active that morning, ate his breakfast and played with our other dogs.
Two days later I still question my decision but logically it was the only one to make. Thanks for listening everyone.I can barely concentrate on work and home at the moment. I hope it gets easier with time.