Post by linus69 on Feb 11, 2008 17:03:26 GMT -5
My wife and I had to take one of our four legged children to be put down. He was our beloved Golden Retriever Winnie and he was only 10 1/2yrs old.
He was struck by brain cancer and it happened very fast, less than two weeks from when we noticed something was wrong with him.
He was romping in the snow on the 12th with his siblings very happy. The next day he wouldn`t jump on the bed anymore, and his tail stopped wagging and stayed locked to the left side of his body.
Took him in on the 14th for a full exam and blood work, he checked out perfect but the vet was puzzled by the tail.
By the next day he started to stagger and act confused in his own house.
Then he started to fall over and stagger about, the vet hoped it was Old Dog Syndrome a horrible sickness that comes on fast and usually clears up in a weeks time on it`s own.
He got to where he couldn`t get up anymore and the vet prescribed a Steroid for him. She said it would do nothing for Old Dog Syndrome but if it was brain cancer we would see immediate results.
He stood up within hours of the first dosage and we hoped we would have a little more time with this gentle giant but it was not to be.
He was a trooper to the end and I wish I could say I was too, but I folded up like a cheap suit. I held his head and sang quietly to him as the final injection was given.
This is the first morning in 28yrs that we have awakened without a Golden romping in our house. It leaves a very big hole in our house, but mostly in our hearts. God Speed Winnie, you were my best friend.
The grief was totally crippling and I was having a hard time coping.
A close friend since high school now retired from the NYPD got me to take a ride to the shelter, I believe my wife was involved in this some how.
We went to the North Shore Animal League
www.nsalamerica.org
Anyway I spent 1 1/2hrs looking at the available dogs and no magic. I was leaving but made one more pass through the puppy room and a new pup had just arrived.
The lightning bolt hit me hard and now we have Charlie in the house. He is a Terrier mix with a Brindle paint job and he is a doll, he was resuced from a kill shelter in VA along with his sister who was adopted by a woman while I was adopting him.
I forgot how smart mutts can be, he is super quick to learn with a great disposition.
He was struck by brain cancer and it happened very fast, less than two weeks from when we noticed something was wrong with him.
He was romping in the snow on the 12th with his siblings very happy. The next day he wouldn`t jump on the bed anymore, and his tail stopped wagging and stayed locked to the left side of his body.
Took him in on the 14th for a full exam and blood work, he checked out perfect but the vet was puzzled by the tail.
By the next day he started to stagger and act confused in his own house.
Then he started to fall over and stagger about, the vet hoped it was Old Dog Syndrome a horrible sickness that comes on fast and usually clears up in a weeks time on it`s own.
He got to where he couldn`t get up anymore and the vet prescribed a Steroid for him. She said it would do nothing for Old Dog Syndrome but if it was brain cancer we would see immediate results.
He stood up within hours of the first dosage and we hoped we would have a little more time with this gentle giant but it was not to be.
He was a trooper to the end and I wish I could say I was too, but I folded up like a cheap suit. I held his head and sang quietly to him as the final injection was given.
This is the first morning in 28yrs that we have awakened without a Golden romping in our house. It leaves a very big hole in our house, but mostly in our hearts. God Speed Winnie, you were my best friend.
The grief was totally crippling and I was having a hard time coping.
A close friend since high school now retired from the NYPD got me to take a ride to the shelter, I believe my wife was involved in this some how.
We went to the North Shore Animal League
www.nsalamerica.org
Anyway I spent 1 1/2hrs looking at the available dogs and no magic. I was leaving but made one more pass through the puppy room and a new pup had just arrived.
The lightning bolt hit me hard and now we have Charlie in the house. He is a Terrier mix with a Brindle paint job and he is a doll, he was resuced from a kill shelter in VA along with his sister who was adopted by a woman while I was adopting him.
I forgot how smart mutts can be, he is super quick to learn with a great disposition.
