So, my "poopyhead" aka Dylan passed away Monday night (10/13/08). My sister was home with him when he had a seizure and stopped breathing immediately after. She tried CPR, which didn't work. Then took him to the Emergency Vet near by. They had no luck reviving him either.
He was only a year and a half old and was perfectly healthy. I was with him all day previous and he was his usual self. And those of you that know him also know that means VERY ENERGETIC! Haha.
The most plausible guess is that he died from an effect of the seizure. Which means more than likely his temperature rose so high during the seizure that his brain swelled up, causing it to hemorrhage and the only place left for it to go was onto his respiratory nerves. I am going to check with the community front office to see if they had spray pesticides recently and not put up any warning flags because another dog in our development had a seizure that week as well, luckily for its owner it survived. But my gut tells me it was biological rather than toxicity that killed him.
The comforting things are that he didn't suffer, and he and I (and Liz haha) had a couple GREAT days together before he died. We spent a lot of time together, because I wasn't working, outside where he was able to run around and was so worn out and happy afterwards. He even got over his fear of the rain and allowed me to pet him on his stomach a couple times! Such great days and memories that I will have with me forever!
The past few days were the hardest. For the first two nights I stayed at Liz's house because I just couldn't stay at home in my bed. It really was a great decision, but then come Wednesday, I knew I needed to face the music and deal with the rest of the healing process. So I went home before work to get ready and then after work to spend my first night at home without him curled up at my feet. Its the little habitual things I have found to be the hardest: not shutting all the doors to my room when I leave the house, not needing to hawk-eye my food in fear he will snatch it (haha), remembering I don't need to remind myself to walk him when I first get home, or watching for his face to appear through my window (which will screw up my blinds!) as I approach the front door. Reprogramming my habits and thought processes will take some time. The house is much quieter and boring without him for sure. Life is just a little weird right now, but it goes on! He was a great friend and loved everybody and everything...maybe even too much hahaha. He will be missed and loved forever.
So that's that. Thanks again for everyone's words and encouragement! I really appreciate it! Love you all!
XOX
