Losing a little angel 4/9/13

So I've been given the delight of watching the two cutest yorkies for a month and that was in March. Their parents were supposed to be back home the first of April, but they had to stay out longer. The dad of the dogs has cancer and they were doing treatments in Chicago. I love yorkies and always wanted one so this was an amazing chance.

Oliver the boy yorkie and Chloe the girl Yorkie

So 4/9/13 the boy doggie passed away. It was the most terrible and stressful moment I ever had to go through. I even took off yesterday to try and pull myself together. I came home after work Tuesday around 5pm to do my usual routine of letting them out to peeing and hanging with them. He was acting normal and wasn't doing anything out of the usual. I got a call from my mom asking for me to come over and eat with her. I was gone for at least 40 minutes. I came back to take them to the park cause I wanted to take cute photos of them on the slide and swings. I was so excited about it. I came in to not hear Oliver barking which is unusual because he's always the first to bark. So I went to let them out and Oliver was lying down and soaked with what I think was spit up. I panic and pulled him out beside a fan. He wasn't responsive and I screamed and rushed him out of the house. It was the most terrifying moment to be holding a dog that isn't even yours and you basically became attracted to it and here it was dying in your hands. I was in tears while my boyfriend speeds down the highway towards the Animal ER. I thought he just over heated cause my bf's apartment gets warm and doesn't circulate air well. So I had a bottle of water and was dripping some on his fore head and back.  My bf kept reassuring me that everything was going to be fine and that he was just heat exhaust, but I knew this was something different. We got to the ER and they took him at once and I sat there nervously filling out the paper work. There were so many thoughts running through my head, "Was he going to live?" Did I do something to cause this?" "If I stayed with them or took them with me to Moms would he be fine?" The nurse finally came out and told me that Oliver had a seizure and they were going to give him Velum to calm him down. I was shocked and tears were building up and I felt like Alice in Wonderland who couldn't stop her tears. I automatically pulled out my phone and dialed their owner’s number to inform them the bad news. It was the worst phone call I ever had to make and her cries over the phone just made them worse. I felt so bad; I mean I must be the worst pet sitter ever to have to take the doggie to the ER. I stayed on the phone with them the whole night and even when I met up with the doctor. They informed me that he was stable and that they thought it was a disease in his brain and that they wanted to keep over night. I started to feel a little better and the owners even started to calm a little too. It seemed like everything was going to be okay and that I'd just have to start giving the little guy some medicine now on. But then the doctor came back out and asked us to go into the back.  They told us they had bad news and that Oliver died. I felt like I ate my heart and I started to cry hysterically and his mother Debbie could be heard over the phone crying loudly too. The most heart breaking moment is when an animal dies in a movie and right now I felt like it was the movie Marley and Me. It was then decided that we would drive all the way to the owner’s house and burry little Oliver and give him the best grave possible. I couldn't stop crying and it was getting harder to talk to the owners over the phone. I even held on to the over dog like a protective blanket.  This moment was where crawling under the covers and never coming out would have been the best. The owners reassured us that it wasn't our fault and that they appreciated how much we understood how losing their baby felt. They especially love the fact that we went to Wal-Mart and got the stuff for a good grave. Digging a pet grave is so hard and it was horrible that his mommy and daddy weren't there today their goodbyes. That is what made everything ten thousand time worse. I could only imagine how they felt and I even had to convince their mommy twice on how he didn't die because she left him. It was a long night that I just wish never happened and I miss the little man to pieces. The owners are still in disbelief that this happen and just hope it would be a bad nightmare. Oliver was an awesome dog who was taking a liking to me. He’d follow me around like my shadow and just had the cutest bad hair days. It’s shocking how quickly our love ones can be taken from us. I regret not taking them to the park the day before and I also regret not taking a couple photo ideas I know their owners would have loved. But most of all I regret that they weren’t here to be with him before he passed. This month is not good for me when it comes to dogs. First I lost my own dog and lucky I got her back and now this.  I give up and will need some time to get back to my usual happy and hyper self. 
So until next time my fellow monsters and I apologize for the sad story.


 R.I.P Oliver 2004-2013