Yes, in case you missed it, we came to the end of our long road with Chester this weekend. It was hard, it is hard, and only time will help, I know this; it’s not the first time I’ve been here. But first let’s go on to happier things.
You don’t have to be a runner to join in & tell us how your week went! So how was my running last week?
- Monday: Dogwalk, 3.5 easy on TM, YFR Foundation postrun
- Tuesday: Tone it Up Kettletoning, YFPR Strengthen & Stabilize (ice storm; no dogwalk — not many steps, either, but I’m ok with that)
- Wednesday: 3.5 easy on TM with 1/2 mile of strides, YFR Foundation post run, shoveling the ice off our driveway . . .
- Thursday: YFPR Strengthen & Stabilize, Dogwalk, 10 minute yoga flexibility & relaxation
- Friday: Bill Hogan 3.5 mile race (which is really 3 3/4 miles), YFR Foundation postrun, Dogwalk
- Saturday: Dogwalk
- Sunday: YFPR Strengthen & Stabilize, 3.5 miles easy with Darlene, YFR Foundation sort of post run (did some grocery shopping first), Yoga for Emtional Stress, Dogwalk
Mileage: 14.25 (+ .25)
For most of the week it was cold and windy. I also knew I had my “race” coming up New Year’s day. And since I just knew I didn’t have it in me to run long this week (even not knowing what was coming), I chose to skip a long run in favor of 4 short runs, which is the first time I’ve run 4 x week in months.
The good news is that my body feels fine. My New Year’s Day race went well — I’ll recap it at some point in the future — and running yesterday with Darlene got me out of the house, which was a good thing.
There was only one day of strength training this week, but that’s just how it is sometimes — remember, I am striving to respect my body. I was so busy with Chester, so tired; I had every intention of doing some Thursday but it was a very long day. Saturday I really didn’t have the energy for even yoga.
I’ll get back at it this week. Today, in fact!
It’s the final update. He wasn’t doing great, but he wasn’t a lot worse. I’ll write about what was going on because you just never know who you might help.
I started trying to write Chester’s story months ago. I started, and realized I could easily write a book about him. At some point I want to get more info about all my animals on the blog.
Read 5 Ways to Know It’s Time if you don’t know Chester’s story.
So he’d started to leave over a bit of food sometimes and occasionally not take a treat. This dog was little more than a walking stomach for most of his life. He also started needing to go out more frequently during the night. My guess was that his kidneys might be failing, but it was to the point that it really didn’t make sense to check on it.
He had collapsed a few times over the past few months (which is not unusual for a dog in end stage congestive heart failure), and Friday night he collapsed, but it was different this time — his legs jut gave out and when I picked him up, his eyes were going back and forth. That lasted about a minute and then he seemed okay.
There is a disease called vestibular disease that happens sometimes in elderly animals, and this is sometimes a symptom. Except he didn’t display any other symptoms (I’d had a cat with it, so I was familiar with it). It was the first time my husband had witnessed a collapse, too.
I don’t doubt that we could have kept him going for a while longer, but I just knew it was time. I knew it a couple of weeks ago. It was hard, because he was still eating; sometimes he was normal, running in from outside, tail wagging. But most of the time he was just so tired. I didn’t want to wait until he couldn’t walk or wouldn’t eat.
I didn’t want to disturb the vet on her day off. That night he had some diarrhea and needed to go out many times. He ate all his breakfast, though. I emailed the vet, and she got back to me, and she said to bring him in at noon.
So we spoiled him rotten. I baked some dog cookies. I gave him that chew he loved so much, and traded it for one last kong. And we brought some leftover steak and a cookie with us to the vet, and one of his favorite toys and bed.
It is so hard, of course. It’s even hard to write this. His presence is just everywhere in this house; he was my little shadow, my little protector, my velcro lapdog.
Lola & Gizmo are a great comfort and they help me laugh and smile sometimes. They don’t even seem to realize he’s gone.
Obviously there wasn’t much good about this weekend. The New Year’s Day race, of course: seeing friends there, having a good race.
My run with Darlene. I have been so tired I haven’t wanted to leave the house, but being at home is really difficult too. Being outside of the house, running, being with a friend — it all helped (thank you, Darlene).
Getting uninterrupted sleep. It’s been at least a month, if not longer, since I was able to just go to bed and sleep through the night.
Tell me something amusing about your furry friends