Roscoe's health had seemed to be rapidly declining over the past few weeks. He'd cry at night and was having a much harder time getting around. We decided to leave him in Coalinga with my mom while we went camping because we were worried that he'd have a hard time getting in and out of the trailer. We had no idea that he was going to get so sick at her house or we wouldn't have left him for sure ... my poor mom. We got the call on Friday evening that they were taking him to the Animal Emergency Room. He was out laying by a tree, hadn't moved all day and didn't seem to be able to get up. He also was incontinent of stool which he never would have done. The vet called us and said it didn't look good, it seemed that maybe he'd had a stroke or something. We threw all of our stuff in the trailer, packed up at 8:30 pm and headed to Fresno (from Pismo Beach). We had to be there for him. Brian and I got him a few weeks after our wedding, he was our first born.
We got to the Emergency Room at about midnight and they let us go right in to see him ... and say our good-bye's. He was still lucid enough to know that we were there, but barely. He didn't move anything but his eyes. The longer we were there, he started looking worse and worse ... it was almost as if he were waiting for us to say our good-bye's before he died. It was so hard on all of us ... the kids were sobbing and telling him they'll miss him. It was absolutely heart wrenching but I wouldn't have changed a thing, they needed to see him too ... for closure. The kids and I stepped out and Brian stayed in there with him while they put him to sleep.
We'll miss you, Roscoe. You were such a good boy (most of the time).
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