This week has been a tough one. My boyfriend’s Doberman “fainted” a few times last week, but quickly recovered. Three days ago, he really fell out and we rushed him to the emergency vet. It was discovered he had dialated cardiomyopathy (DCM), a hereditary, “rapidly fatal” heart disease that 55% of Doberman’s get.
“Rapidly fatal” … They weren’t kidding! Sunday night was ER and diagnosis, Tuesday night (last night) we put him down. He really went that downhill that fast. Absolutely devastating. He was only 6 years old, and my boyfriend had gotten him when he was only 8 weeks. Devastating.
I can’t relive the details of last night on here, but what I wanted to write about is how this has really messed me up. This event really made me realize [okay, reaffirmed for me that] I have some sort of attachment or commitment issues. Perhaps it’s because of my upbringing? I haven’t really had much stability in my life, I get that. But WOW this was tough. I’ve gone off the deep end of “I’ll never get a pet again… thank God I’m never having kids… etc.” I’m not sure that is a normal reaction. What I can tell you is that 24-hours later, I understand that I can’t equate this incident to “everyone in my life leaves.” That’s not a fair comparison, and that’s not even true, honestly.
I can also tell you [again] how incredible my boyfriend is. Not only is he THE best, most hands-on father in the world, he also was the most incredible dog owner to that pup. They really were best friends. I will continue to grieve this loss for my boyfriend. I will also continue to be thankful for a partner who shows me unconditional love and support. We’ve been through quite a few “big events” in our time together, and with each one we grow closer and stronger than ever before. He’s the first person to ever give me true hope that I could have a truly healthy and happy “forever” with someone.
Hold your pets close tonight, and for those of you in a truly strong and healthy relationship, thank your partner for everything they do.