Last night we had to put our dog of ten years down.
We had just got home from the barn and noticed there was vomit and urine just inside the door. We called Molly thinking that maybe she just wasn't feeling well and had an accident. She has never peed on the floor before so that was very strange. We could hear her tags clinking but she didn't come to the door. So I ran over to my Mom and Step-Dad's room only to find her struggling to stand up and going in circles clockwise. She was drooling and wimpering as well.
I knew there was something very wrong. I called my Mom and said that she needed to go to the vet right away. I got Molly to stop circling by petting her neck but she couldn't straighten out, her head was shaking, and her eyes were going back and forth. My Mom picked her up and we got in the car. We had a 20 minute drive to get to the nearest emergency vet clinic (it was about 11pm).
So I sat in the back seat and held her on our way there. There were a few moments where her breathing got very far apart and shallow. But she made it to the clinic. The nurse quickly took all of her stats and brought her directly to the back. We waited out in the waiting room for about 20 minutes. Then the vet came and got us and sat us down.
She explained to us that her brain was basically telling her that she was spinning but she couldn't stop it. She said that it was likely caused by either an undetected brain tumor or a stroke. She said that the only way we could tell what it was, was by an MRI. Now the chances of her surviving being sedated were very low and the costs would be very high. Even if they did find out what was causing it, there was nothing they could do to get her to stop spinning. So we decided that it was time to put her down. It was much tougher than I thought it was because prior to this we knew that she only had about 2 years left (at most) because she had the early stages of kidney failure. The vet said that this could've caused a clot in the brain but there was really no way she could tell.
The crazy thing is that she had just been to the vet the day before and they deemed that she was doing pretty well and we were just waiting for the blood results.
They brought her into the "comfort room" in this doggy crib. My Mom's hand was right by her muzzle and even though she was obviously still spinning (her eyes were still moving) and right before the final injection, she began to lick my Mom's had. It was absolutely the most heart-breaking thing I've ever seen.
But, now she's in a better place and will be able to go on for eternity without any pain or suffering.