Dec 28, 2018 at 11:45 am

Irish is gone.

Update posted by Sherryl Bacani

The doctor called tonight about the result. It was bad. The worst happened. Irish red blood cell were too low, her kidneys and liver were failing, making her experience extreme agony, thus, thats why the seizure happened. She explained that after more than two weeks of Irish taking medications and not seeing improvement, it was assumed that her body was not responding to treatment. The blood test result just revealed it. She explained to me that the seizure will keep happening, and Irish will be living in prolonged agony. The doctor explained that based on her age and her not responding to medication and test result, the reason can be blamed on heredity. She was born with it. She was small for her breed. And she had a tough time gaining weight. Her mom and brother had died earlier than her.


Irish outlasted her mom and brother, Irish had the heart of a warrior. Even earlier this afternoon she kept fighting. At my urging she was able to swallow her food without fuss. She drank a lot of water voluntarily. But as I check her up this evening, I saw her moved from her bed and lying on the cold floor, with her head swaying to and fro. And that's when the phone rang. It was her doctor, telling me the result of the blood test. I felt myself go cold all over, as she explained that Irish liver and kidneys were shot and was failing, that her red blood cells count were too low. That it was better to put her to sleep, instead of prolonging her agony. I looked at Irish, lying listlessly on her bed. The thought that she was experiencing such pain, all the while indulging my treatment of her, with no complaints, broke my heart. I love Irish very much. I treat her as family. I don't want her to die in pain. I want her to received a painless death. I didn't have much money left, but I agreed to pay for the PTS procedure. The doctor agreed that I can pay in installment.

Irish was a fighter, she did her best to obey when I asked her to drink water, I feel that to her last, she did not want to disappoint me. But her body failed her. It betrayed her bravery and heartfelt wish to live. As Irish lay dying in the examiner table, I wanted to hold her, to accompany her until the last moment. To tell her that I love her, to tell her to be don't be afraid, that I was with her. But the doctor and her assistant had other plans, they have to do their grisly duty. I had no place to stand near her. So, I just looked on, as they inject Irish with drugs that will make her go to sleep forever. I wasn't able to be there for her at her last moment. It was very hard to watch. I was aware of their every action, every gesture. I was afraid that they were hurting her, that they weren't doing their jobs right! I started doubting my decision. I wonder what if, what if Irish with her warrior heart could pull through, that a miracle could happen and that she could recover, if I waited, if I just give her enough time. What if she thinks that I was betraying her. She trusted me throughout the days she was sick. But a call from the doctor was enough for her to be put to sleep. But no, Irish was a very loving dog, the more I think about it, the more I dismissed it from my mind. She was the best dog I could ever had and she would never had such thoughts. Se knows that I did and gave all the effort and love to care for her.

I'm writing all this, as a way to say farewell to her. She was the first dog I trained from an early age. The first dog I walked around the neighborhood without any fuss. She was very smart and obedient. She was the best. She will stay in my heart forever.

To end this, I just want to thank Irish donor Noah, for caring and for donating. Thank you for helping Irish in her time of need. You are the first person I met who would voluntarily and gladly give someone else money for a sick dog that you just know in the internet. I'll make sure to pay it forward. For Irish sake.


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