My dog Sheepa has been peeing in the house. Regularly. He really hasn’t done that in the 5 years that we’ve had him. Not even when earthquakes hit. Not when he accidently got left at home for more than 8 hours.
He’s roughly 16 years old so it would be logical to assume that he’s getting too old and he’s losing control of his faculties. I always knew this day would come but I’ve never really been prepared for it. We’ve had Sheepa in our home for as long as my wife and I have been married and this seemed like a sign that he wouldn’t be with us that much longer. Frankly, life without him would be terrible.
I took him into the vet who ended up doing an X-ray, a urine, and a blood test. The doctor said it could be cancer, kidney stones, a urinary tract infection (UTI), kidney failure, or possibly just senility. I waited and prayed for a UTI which is fixable with antibiotics.
I went to Petco to pick up doggie diapers for him and treats. As I walked the aisles, I started noticing treats that he used to be able to have but not any more because they upset his stomach. I began to pass by them when I realized… he might not have that much longer so… why not?
I sat in the chicken aisle alone and I cried.
I bought him chicken, turkey, liver – heck, anything I remembered he liked regardless. That night I couldn’t sleep wondering what life might be like without my faithful hound: The little guy that follows me around our home no matter where I go, no matter what the award. He just wants to sit next to me. That’s all he ever wants.
The next morning the doctor called while I was in the shower. My wife told me that it was a urinary tract infection – the worst he’d seen in a long time. On one hand I started kicking myself: Why didn’t I take him in sooner? He was suffering this whole time? Stupidstupidstupid.
Then I realized… the doctor also said there was no sign of kidney stones, cancer, or anything bad. My buddy’s gonna be okay.
Best urinary tract infection ever.