We said goodbye to our sweet Coal. He turned 10 in October and has been battling arthritis for several months. Although hindsight makes me wonder if he ever really had arthritis. Last Wednesday I went to pick him up from having a dental at the vet and they said he started acting strange, was disoriented, vomited, and was walking oddly, but they thought he might be having a reaction to the anesthesia. They gave him anti-nausea medicine and said hopefully when we get him home he will calm down. But when I got him home and out of the car, he couldn't walk and laid down on the garage floor. I called the vet immediately and he said to get him back there and he would meet me there. By the time I went to lift him into the car he had stopped breathing. It was a gut wrenching ordeal. I knew he was gone the minute I went to lift him up. It was one of the most vivid moments in my life, and I know I will never forget it. The kids watched me crying hysterically as I lifted his lifeless body into the car.
When I got him to the vet, upon immediate examiniation the vet determined he died from a ruptured tumor in his abdomen. A tumor that had been growing most likely for 6-8 months, which is when we started treating him for arthritis. Either way, had we known it was a tumor, there really isn't much we could have done for him at his age, so we would have just known he was dying and been even more upset. I am thankful he had 10 years with our family, that our children grew to love him like Shane and I love him, and that he went peacefully, without pain, and quickly. We didn't have to make the choice to put him down, and for that I am truly thankful. He was such a sweet, gentle, loving, and caring member of our family that we will always cherish.