Last night I fed the dogs like I always do. Achilles came in and as always sat there and waited until I put the food down and then gave him the signal to eat. He was just fine and then we let him back out to do his business. A while later the wife let him back in and said something wasn't right. We watched him for a bit and then he started bringing his dinner back up. By this time it was 11:30PM so we called our son and he came over to help us get him to an emergency Vet. They wanted over $800 just to diagnosis what was wrong, then more to treat him and we could not afford a vet bill like that. We had them give him something for pain and some O2 and that seemed to help. We planned to take him to our regular vet today, he made it through the night but as we were getting ready he left us.
The wife had called our Vet's office first thing this morning to make sure they were open. She didn't get an answer but she left a message. The Doctor called her back just after he passed and he said it sounded like a classic heart attack.
We've lost dogs before, but for me this is one of the harder ones to deal with. He was my buddy.
RIP my friend.