Since Caesar’s death, I think I’ve realized that the whole situation the night of his passing is what bothers me most. Bloat was so fast, we had to make a decision, the vet sucked, no one was answering our calls for advice and on and on.

I don’t envy anyone having to go through this. While I’d read about how to help prevent bloat, I had no idea what it looked like or how quickly you had to act and have thousands of dollars to correct the situation if caught in time. So many questions and none answered fast enough.

Nothing prepared me for signing the piece of paper saying it was OK to put him down.

I didn’t know they could let the air out of him.

I will always question the events leading up to and the actual passing of that dog.

It will all always be wrong.

If you have a dog of a breed that bloat is a possibility, get a gastropexy.