MissinMyBabyMay
05-18-2011, 05:08 PM
Hi. This is my first time on here and I wanted to reply to your post. I have read some of the posts from other pet owners who are dealing with their babies who have cushings.
I wanted to say that we just lost our baby girl Maggie three days ago on Sunday 5/15/11. She was diagnosed with Cushings back in March.
She had been to our vet quite a bit for a lot of testing and had been put on Trilostane 5 weeks ago. Before that she was on Vetoryl for about 3 weeks.
When we switched her from Vetoryl to Trilostane we had her tested again to see how her body was responding. The vet told us she looked good and the tests came back at a good read for us to continue her dosage.
Sunday morning I was going to make her next appointment. I woke up at 6:30am and she got up with me as normal. She was acting perfectly fine and energetic to eat as she normally is.
I took her and our other lab Max out for a restroom break and she peed and was the first back up the stairs and excited to eat.
I fed them both, giving Maggie her one Trilostane pill as I had every morning for the past 5 weeks. I did my normal morning routine and she followed me around and when I sat down and after my husband got up later we noticed she was getting unsettled.
It seemed she couldn't get comfortable. She kept situating and and re-situating and would move to another spot. I went over to her and petted her and checked on her and I took her collar off which isn't very tight and caressed her a bit and she moved to another spot.
I sat there watching her and she acted like she was going to cough up once (just once) and then went back to re-situating.
I told my husband I was going to take them for a walk thinking maybe she needed to go to the bathroom again and was acting different this time. Normally she rings a bell we have hanging by the door when she has to go to the bathroom.
We went outside and My husband went first with our male lab Max then I followed with our girl Maggie. Maggie didn't seem like she wanted to go or was having trouble. I walked down a bit in front of her and looked back. She started down the stairs and went really slow and unstable.
When we got to the courtyard she just stood there and was unresponsive to my calling her name.
I looked at my husband and said "Somethings not right".
Maggie sat down and wouldn't get up.
She's never sat down when we've gone for walks. We called to her for her to get up and she just sat there.
We tried waiting to see if she could on her own, but she didn't. My husband had to pick her up and carry her back inside.
Back inside I took her collar off again and she went back to sitting down and situating. She had started to pant very heavy.
This was now about 9:30am
She got up and went to our hallway and continued to pant very heavy.
She would lay her head down then pick it up and back down.
I went and got a small bowl of water and put it by her incase she needed water and just couldn't get up.
She didn't even bother with it.
She has never been unresponsive before when I'd call her name. Her eyes looked glassy. I saw that she was starting to foam slightly in the corners of her mouth and I looked inside her mouth and her gums were gray.
I got up to get the phone to call the vet and when I came back by the hallway I saw her pick her head up and look right at me this time.
I went over to pet her and talk to her and her body began to convulse. I called to my husband we got on the phone to call the vet.
It was too late. She convulsed until she stopped breathing.
There was nothing we could do and yet I've beaten myself up these past 3 days mad at myself for not scheduling her another testing that week.
There's no way to know now if she was getting too much Trilostane or not enough. She had been fine on the medicine but out of the blue she was gone.
In the span of one hour this weekend she died. She had panted before when she got hot so that wasn't uncommon especially for a dog. And it was only 25-30 minutes from the time when we came back inside until the time she passed on at 10am.
The only thing that was the red flag was her not getting up when we went outside and when she started to convulse.
I have never felt this surreal and sorrowful in my life. My very very best friend is gone. I couldn't take her pain away or fix what was wrong with her and I only wish I could've taken her to the vet that week for another testing.
The vets assured me that with the right medication and treatment she would be fine. In one month from saying she was good and she seemed great, she was then gone.
I am so grateful that we were with our baby when she left us instead of coming home to find her and not being able to hold her again as she left this world. But I cannot get the images out of my head and replaying the horror from Sunday morning.
Our doctor is off on the weekend, so when he came in the next day he called me while I was in school and left me a message saying he was shocked to hear that Maggie had passed.
I called him back to tell him what happened and he said that he was surprised because we said she had been doing good. He said when he saw her she looked good.
I'm sorry to just pour my heart out but my heart is hurting so bad, I don't want anyone to experience this and hope that anything I've said will help show indicators for their own experience and get their babies tested more often to be sure their dosage is right.
I just want to scream like Sally Field in Steel Magnolias at the funeral to get this heartache out. I've never lost a pet like this.
Maggie was a beautiful 8year 8month old chocolate lab. She came into this world on 09/11/02 and left us on 05/15/11.
She was the smartest pet I've ever had and the most compassionate. She knew so many of the things we would say to her and she would
"Get out of the kitchen" and back her paws up until she was out
She would ring a bell to go outside to potty
She would rush over to me when I'd hurt myself
She'd lay down beside me every time I laid down on the floor
She never jumped on anyone
She didn't lick people
She knew when I'd come home. My husband said she could hear tons of car doors down outside but she went to the door when it was my car door coming. He always said he had no clue how she did that.
She rode everywhere with me
She didn't wimper
She didn't even mind the 1400 mile journey I drove from Houston to Vegas when I moved last May.
She was my protector
I miss her and want her back so bad.
How do you cope with this kind of thing?
I can't stop sobbing, the emotions come at me in waves and I feel like I failed my baby girl for not doing more to save her precious life.
Thank you for listening
Erin
I wanted to say that we just lost our baby girl Maggie three days ago on Sunday 5/15/11. She was diagnosed with Cushings back in March.
She had been to our vet quite a bit for a lot of testing and had been put on Trilostane 5 weeks ago. Before that she was on Vetoryl for about 3 weeks.
When we switched her from Vetoryl to Trilostane we had her tested again to see how her body was responding. The vet told us she looked good and the tests came back at a good read for us to continue her dosage.
Sunday morning I was going to make her next appointment. I woke up at 6:30am and she got up with me as normal. She was acting perfectly fine and energetic to eat as she normally is.
I took her and our other lab Max out for a restroom break and she peed and was the first back up the stairs and excited to eat.
I fed them both, giving Maggie her one Trilostane pill as I had every morning for the past 5 weeks. I did my normal morning routine and she followed me around and when I sat down and after my husband got up later we noticed she was getting unsettled.
It seemed she couldn't get comfortable. She kept situating and and re-situating and would move to another spot. I went over to her and petted her and checked on her and I took her collar off which isn't very tight and caressed her a bit and she moved to another spot.
I sat there watching her and she acted like she was going to cough up once (just once) and then went back to re-situating.
I told my husband I was going to take them for a walk thinking maybe she needed to go to the bathroom again and was acting different this time. Normally she rings a bell we have hanging by the door when she has to go to the bathroom.
We went outside and My husband went first with our male lab Max then I followed with our girl Maggie. Maggie didn't seem like she wanted to go or was having trouble. I walked down a bit in front of her and looked back. She started down the stairs and went really slow and unstable.
When we got to the courtyard she just stood there and was unresponsive to my calling her name.
I looked at my husband and said "Somethings not right".
Maggie sat down and wouldn't get up.
She's never sat down when we've gone for walks. We called to her for her to get up and she just sat there.
We tried waiting to see if she could on her own, but she didn't. My husband had to pick her up and carry her back inside.
Back inside I took her collar off again and she went back to sitting down and situating. She had started to pant very heavy.
This was now about 9:30am
She got up and went to our hallway and continued to pant very heavy.
She would lay her head down then pick it up and back down.
I went and got a small bowl of water and put it by her incase she needed water and just couldn't get up.
She didn't even bother with it.
She has never been unresponsive before when I'd call her name. Her eyes looked glassy. I saw that she was starting to foam slightly in the corners of her mouth and I looked inside her mouth and her gums were gray.
I got up to get the phone to call the vet and when I came back by the hallway I saw her pick her head up and look right at me this time.
I went over to pet her and talk to her and her body began to convulse. I called to my husband we got on the phone to call the vet.
It was too late. She convulsed until she stopped breathing.
There was nothing we could do and yet I've beaten myself up these past 3 days mad at myself for not scheduling her another testing that week.
There's no way to know now if she was getting too much Trilostane or not enough. She had been fine on the medicine but out of the blue she was gone.
In the span of one hour this weekend she died. She had panted before when she got hot so that wasn't uncommon especially for a dog. And it was only 25-30 minutes from the time when we came back inside until the time she passed on at 10am.
The only thing that was the red flag was her not getting up when we went outside and when she started to convulse.
I have never felt this surreal and sorrowful in my life. My very very best friend is gone. I couldn't take her pain away or fix what was wrong with her and I only wish I could've taken her to the vet that week for another testing.
The vets assured me that with the right medication and treatment she would be fine. In one month from saying she was good and she seemed great, she was then gone.
I am so grateful that we were with our baby when she left us instead of coming home to find her and not being able to hold her again as she left this world. But I cannot get the images out of my head and replaying the horror from Sunday morning.
Our doctor is off on the weekend, so when he came in the next day he called me while I was in school and left me a message saying he was shocked to hear that Maggie had passed.
I called him back to tell him what happened and he said that he was surprised because we said she had been doing good. He said when he saw her she looked good.
I'm sorry to just pour my heart out but my heart is hurting so bad, I don't want anyone to experience this and hope that anything I've said will help show indicators for their own experience and get their babies tested more often to be sure their dosage is right.
I just want to scream like Sally Field in Steel Magnolias at the funeral to get this heartache out. I've never lost a pet like this.
Maggie was a beautiful 8year 8month old chocolate lab. She came into this world on 09/11/02 and left us on 05/15/11.
She was the smartest pet I've ever had and the most compassionate. She knew so many of the things we would say to her and she would
"Get out of the kitchen" and back her paws up until she was out
She would ring a bell to go outside to potty
She would rush over to me when I'd hurt myself
She'd lay down beside me every time I laid down on the floor
She never jumped on anyone
She didn't lick people
She knew when I'd come home. My husband said she could hear tons of car doors down outside but she went to the door when it was my car door coming. He always said he had no clue how she did that.
She rode everywhere with me
She didn't wimper
She didn't even mind the 1400 mile journey I drove from Houston to Vegas when I moved last May.
She was my protector
I miss her and want her back so bad.
How do you cope with this kind of thing?
I can't stop sobbing, the emotions come at me in waves and I feel like I failed my baby girl for not doing more to save her precious life.
Thank you for listening
Erin