I don't even really know how to start this... But as I'm sure you all have heard, our dog Ninja died this morning at just over 5 years old.
He'd been battling what we think was Addison's disease for the past couple weeks. Addison's disease is a disorder in which his adrenal glands don't produce enough steroid hormones. This basically sent his electrolytes out of wack, causing him to lose his appetite, become very weak, etc. It all came on super fast the monday before last. He was lethargic, unresponsive, and as what I can only describe as doggy-emo. So we took him into the vet, they hooked him up to some IVs, gave him a couple shots and he bounced back to his regular self - literally overnight. We then began weaning him off of his medicine again so that we could do the official Addison's test tomorrow. Needless to say, he didn't quite make it that far...
Last night he started to slow down again. He got pretty weak and wasn't really walking a whole lot, however he was extremely responsive and as happy as he always is - snuggling, wagging his tail. My only thought was, we have to get him through til Friday so we can get this testing done and begin treating his disease. He seemed fine aside from the walking thing, so we gave him more medicine... it didn't seem to help.
This morning, he wasn't walking at all. However, he was still the same, happy Ninja - showing no sign of pain... Just wagging his tail, happy to be by my side. Even so, I knew something was up, and I was going to take him to the animal hospital to fix it.
So I carried him up to the couch and hung out with him for a bit... he was happy. The first thing I noticed, was that Kari took her car - no big deal, I'd just take the passenger seat out of my truck and lay him in there.
I hung out with him for a bit more on the couch; he was playful, happy, but completely helpless. I asked God at that point, "please. fix this," and carried him upstairs to bed while I got ready to take him to the vet. As I started to get ready I looked over at him and his happiness was gone. He was laying on his side with his tail straight down, breathing super heavily. I put my arms around him, he started trembling, shaking. I started screaming his name while shaking him. Completely unresponsive. I splashed cold water in his face - I didn't know wtf that would do, but I was panicking. I held him and called his name some more - he went limp right there in front of me. I watched the life go right out of his eyes.... I lost it. Yelling at myself for not fixing it in time, at the dog for not waiting for me to get it taken care of. I lost it.
Watching Ninja go and then having to take care of him afterwards was without a doubt the hardest thing I have ever done.
But that dog was an ultimate fighter
. He showed absolutely no sign of pain right up until his death. I mean, we cut his thumbs off as a puppy, he didn't care
. He was diagnosed with hip dysplasia, he didn't care
. He tore both of his ACLs, had his tibia's sawed off, and reattached with metal plates... he didn't care
. He even had allergies so bad he'd rub the fur right off his face and gnaw his feet til they were raw. The dog was basically a lemon... but he didn't care
. And last week when his legs began to randomly stop working... he still didn't care. He was happy to be alive, happy to be by our side. He was literally wagging his tail right up until his last breaths.
Some of you probably think this is a little ridiculous. It's just a dog, right? Nah. He was a part of our family. Try to look at these photos
and tell me otherwise... I mean... we had a freaking dog birthday party for him
I don't really know what else to say at this point. I loved that dog