Weekly Update, part 3
Apr. 29th, 2012 12:16 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
outsdrJewel came with her husband as her helper. Andy let them in, so I wouldn't have to move. Ike was curled up against me, his head on my knee. As soon as Jewel saw him, she started sniffling. For once, I had a bit of foresight, and had put out a box of tissues.
She said because Ike was special, he got a sedative. As she got it ready, I gave her the bag I had prepared- it had Andy's contact info in it so the animal hospital could call him for payment for the cremation, and a bottle of brandy and a bottle of Kahlua. I also had a bottle of brandy waiting for me.
She gently injected the sedative into the back of Ike's neck, and then stepped back outside by the door, telling me to take as long as I needed. I'm not sure Ike was even awake when she injected him, to be honest. I know they both took turns petting him (his coat was truly deliciously soft- the most soothing dog I have EVER petted!) I didn't disturb him, just kept gently petting him as he slowly went into a deeper sleep. I asked Andy if he wanted to pet him too, and he did. He got up and went outside then, and I was alone with my dog.
After about ten minutes, I picked up Ike's front paws to check for responsiveness, and they were totally limp. He was deeply sleeping. Jewel saw me, and asked if I was ready, I nodded yes. She and her husband began getting the gear together, and Andy came back to the couch.
I'm not sure what was used to euthanize him; but it was in a large syringe- many cc's worth. At least 50 if not more. It was an evil amber color. Her husband helped her, holding Ike's leg while she inserted the needled into his vein. A small amount of blood came out. It was dark red, nearly black.
She attached the syringe to the needle, and slowly injected the poison. Ike never moved or flinched. When it had all been injected, she pulled out the needle, and used a tissue to stop the bleeding. And then she used her stethoscope to check his heartbeat ...
"He's gone," she said. "There's no heartbeat." I hadn't even noticed him stop breathing. His back leg twitched once, and that was it.
Ike was dead.
Jewel packed up and went outside with her husband. I sat there, petting my dog for a few final minutes. Finally, I leaned in close to the top of his head, gave his ear one last tug, and whispered, "Goodbye, Ike."
She said because Ike was special, he got a sedative. As she got it ready, I gave her the bag I had prepared- it had Andy's contact info in it so the animal hospital could call him for payment for the cremation, and a bottle of brandy and a bottle of Kahlua. I also had a bottle of brandy waiting for me.
She gently injected the sedative into the back of Ike's neck, and then stepped back outside by the door, telling me to take as long as I needed. I'm not sure Ike was even awake when she injected him, to be honest. I know they both took turns petting him (his coat was truly deliciously soft- the most soothing dog I have EVER petted!) I didn't disturb him, just kept gently petting him as he slowly went into a deeper sleep. I asked Andy if he wanted to pet him too, and he did. He got up and went outside then, and I was alone with my dog.
After about ten minutes, I picked up Ike's front paws to check for responsiveness, and they were totally limp. He was deeply sleeping. Jewel saw me, and asked if I was ready, I nodded yes. She and her husband began getting the gear together, and Andy came back to the couch.
I'm not sure what was used to euthanize him; but it was in a large syringe- many cc's worth. At least 50 if not more. It was an evil amber color. Her husband helped her, holding Ike's leg while she inserted the needled into his vein. A small amount of blood came out. It was dark red, nearly black.
She attached the syringe to the needle, and slowly injected the poison. Ike never moved or flinched. When it had all been injected, she pulled out the needle, and used a tissue to stop the bleeding. And then she used her stethoscope to check his heartbeat ...
"He's gone," she said. "There's no heartbeat." I hadn't even noticed him stop breathing. His back leg twitched once, and that was it.
Ike was dead.
Jewel packed up and went outside with her husband. I sat there, petting my dog for a few final minutes. Finally, I leaned in close to the top of his head, gave his ear one last tug, and whispered, "Goodbye, Ike."
