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Lexus came to live here in November of 2001 as a foster for Weimaraner Rescue. The evening she arrived, I noticed that there was something very wrong. Lex was rushed to the vet where she was diagnosed with Pyometra and had to undergo an emergency spay. Had she not received immediate attention, she would have died from the infection. We caught it in time, and I brought Lex home to live with me. For the next five years, I was blessed to have Lex in my life. She started out as a foster, and I had ever intention of rehoming her, but I quickly found that I could not imagine life without her in it. She was an amazingly happy, outgoing, loving you kind of dog...she was my "Happy Dancer". I could always count on her to prance around on all four feet when she was happy...to see me, to get a treat, to go outside - it didn't matter. If it was something she liked, she would do her happy dance. There was something so special about Lex. She was gorgeous, a work of art when she was out running, a quiet, sensitive dog who was always there for me. She was a clown and a kitten-hater, who once snatched a kitten right out of my hands. Every morning when I sat up in bed, Lex was there to greet me. That was our time, and what a wonderful way to start the day. We'd spend a few minutes just sharing space, Lex would get her ears rubbed, I'd get leaned against.. it was one of those things that just seems like normal, routine—until the day that Lex wasn't there to begin my days anymore. In early 2005, Lex's health started to fail. We discovered a fairly severe heart murmur, as well as beginning stages of congestive heart failure. For the next year, we faced repeated bouts of pneumonia, and I was so afraid that I was going to lose her. I was afraid I'd come home one day and my beautiful Lex would be gone. Little did I know I would lose her to something completely unrelated. I was in Michigan when it happened. I got a phone call at 10 pm, my brother telling me I had to call my friend, something was wrong. I got ahold of my friend (my friend, my vet tech, my vet's wife, and on this night, Lex's angel), and discovered she was on her way to the emergency animal hospital, where my dogsitter had brought Lex...they suspected bloat. Any Weimaraner owner dreads that one, small word. Bloat. And I knew then. I knew that I was losing my little girl, and that there was nothing I could do to fix her this time. I knew my friend would never mention Bloat to me if it wasn't a real possibility. She called me back after she spoke with the vet...x-rays had been taken, and they were certain. Not only had Lex bloated, but her stomach had twisted. Nothing short of emergency surgery could save her. But her heart problems were too severe...her chances of surviving surgery were slim, and if she did survive the anesthesia, her recovery was also uncertain. I felt the only decision I could make was to send my baby to sleep. Lex passed away on 7/3/2006. This was the hardest decision I've had to make in a long time...and I was 2 states away and couldn't be with her. A friend held her and told her that she was loved. And she was, and is, very much loved. Life without Lexus is less. |
