I just came across this site after being in so much grief and agony over my dogs passing. A similar situation happened to me. I had 2 Boston Terriers and 2 younger Cane Corsos. My younger Boston was always the alpha male. My Older Boston was diagnosed in April of 2014 when he was 10 with heart failure. Shortly after his 11th birthday in December I came home and found him. He peacefully passed away. I had a very hard time with his death. But I knew it was coming he had been on medications and I had been back and fourth to the vet with him. The night before his passing I could tell he wasn’t doing well. I slept with him in my arms and I told him it was ok to go to the other side. So I felt in a way I was able to say good-bye. And that meant so much to me.
A month after that my younger Boston was diagnosed with the same condition only he wasn’t as far along and didn’t need any medication until this past year. But he was still doing really well. In April he turned 10.
But after my older Boston’s passing things started to change in my house, my younger Boston would start to snap at the cane corsos for no reason whatsoever. But we noticed it was always while we were home. So we thought he was being protective of us. Sometimes just to play it safe we would separate them when we left home and sometimes we didn't. Well on July 14th we went out for 2 hours and when we returned my Boston was on the floor in blood. We picked him up and rushed him to the hospital. They said he was in bad shape and they recommended we euthanize him because surgery would be expensive and because of his heart condition he may not make it through the surgery. I was devastated. But he was a tough dog and I wanted to give him a fighting chance. We went through with the surgery. Well he made it through and everything was looking up. We were allowed to go visit him. They said he would have to stay there for about 5 days. Every day they would call us with an update and things were looking up. But Tuesday July 19th at 2:17 am they called and said he took 2 big breaths and then his heart just stopped. They asked us if we wanted to CPR we said yes. They did and they brought him back but they said he was already passed for 12 minutes before so he would need a breathing tube. We then said no, we didn’t want him to be like that. I have been beyond devastated. I can’t stop blaming myself for not separating them. The guilt I have is unbearable. I can’t believe that this was how he had to die! I didn’t get a chance to say good-bye. I cry all day every day and it’s been 2 weeks. I barely sleep.
I leaned on him after my other Boston passed so much. He’s the one that took my pain away. I took him everywhere with me. Every car ride, trips to the park, trips to Petco to buy dog food you name it he was with me. Now I am lost and completely empty.
Everyone is telling me that they are now both together and I want to believe it so bad. But instead of having happy dreams I keep having bad dreams. I’m not sure if it is because the situation was so traumatic. Then some other people are telling me dogs don't have souls therefore we won't be reunited with them. That made me so sad but after finding this site and reading all these posts I feel a tad bit better.