Rags

Our dog died today. I am devastated. There are no words really to describe the feeling. He got sick on Thursday night and we rushed him to the Emergency Vet who told us that he had a condition called bloat and that they needed to operate immediately. They did and the surgery was successful. The surgeon told us on Friday that he was doing well, stable and all his levels were good.
On Saturday, she called and said that he was'nt doing as well as they hoped he would be and that we need to transfer him to the Critical Care and they would perform a plasma infusion which in their experience helps 60% to 70% of cases. If we didn't do anything, he would not make it. The critical care doctor let us come see him on Saturday afternoon. He was dazed but awake and being grumpy with the nurses. She told us that if he takes to the plasma, his chances are good, but if he doesn't, then it won't be good. Saturday night she called and told us that he needed red blood cells because his blood count was v. low. She said that his levels had improved since the plasma and that he was heading in the right direction. This morning at 7:30 am she called and said that unfortunately he was doing poorly and had stopped breathing but they inserted a tube to help him breathe and wanted to know if his heart should stop if we wanted them to perform CPR, I said yes. She told us to come right away. We went up there and she called us along the way and told us that he started breathing again, and then she called us and said that he stopped and then we finally reached Gulf Coast Veterinary Services and she brought us in and said that they were being unsuccessful in their resuscitation attempts and did we want them to stop. I said yes. She asked if we wanted to see him and I did and FI and I went back and petted him and then he passed. I can't even describe the feeling. He was loved by so many people. He was a big boy, 8 years old. We had him since he was 4 months old, adopted from the Houston SPCA. His name is Ragamuffin. We love you, Rags.