I know it's about cats...
 

....but my beautiful rotty is in trouble now. I just had to tell
somebody about it, and I don't find the dog groups very friendly at
all. He's 12-1/2 years old now. He started having heart troubles two
years ago. He's been on enalapril for that. Now he's started leaking
urine at night. We gave him medicine for that, and it worked. But
once he got off the medicine, he started leaking again. This morning,
he threw up all his breakfast.

I took him to the vet, and they did a blood test and an X-ray of his
abdomen. There is a mass in his abdomen, and the vet doesn't know
what it is for sure. He doesn't want to do an exploratory on my boy
at his age. We've put him on the anti-leaking medicine again, and
then something for the tummy troubles, and we're continuing the heart
medicine. His heart is worse now. The blood test shows liver
problems now, too.

I will keep him as comfortable as I can. He is still bright and alert
-- interested and engaged. He's being so brave to try not to scare
me, I'm sure. I will not let him suffer, but I'm also not ready for
this at all. I guess we never are ready. He's been my companion, my
bodyguard, my light for so long. I don't know what I'll do when I
lose him. I think we're on borrowed time now.

Just needed to say....

Eva

I know it's about cats...
 

wrote in message
ups.com...
...but my beautiful rotty is in trouble now. I just had to tell
somebody about it, and I don't find the dog groups very friendly at
all. He's 12-1/2 years old now. He started having heart troubles two
years ago. He's been on enalapril for that. Now he's started leaking
urine at night. We gave him medicine for that, and it worked. But
once he got off the medicine, he started leaking again. This morning,
he threw up all his breakfast.

I took him to the vet, and they did a blood test and an X-ray of his
abdomen. There is a mass in his abdomen, and the vet doesn't know
what it is for sure. He doesn't want to do an exploratory on my boy
at his age. We've put him on the anti-leaking medicine again, and
then something for the tummy troubles, and we're continuing the heart
medicine. His heart is worse now. The blood test shows liver
problems now, too.

I will keep him as comfortable as I can. He is still bright and alert
-- interested and engaged. He's being so brave to try not to scare
me, I'm sure. I will not let him suffer, but I'm also not ready for
this at all. I guess we never are ready. He's been my companion, my
bodyguard, my light for so long. I don't know what I'll do when I
lose him. I think we're on borrowed time now.

Just needed to say....

Eva


Eva,

I am so sorry that you and your rottweiler are going through this--I really
feel for you. I'm not quite there yet but will be dealing with similar
issues with my ancient dog soon as well as a cat with CRF. I know I'm not
ready. Cherish the time you have left with him, enjoy him, spoil him! Take
care of yourself, too.

My thoughts are with you, Bonnie

PS A lot of us like dogs, too!
PSS What's his name? Do you have any pictures of him?

I know it's about cats...
 

On Feb 2, 1:11 pm, "22brix" wrote:
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...but my beautiful rotty is in trouble now. I just had to tell
somebody about it, and I don't find the dog groups very friendly at
all. He's 12-1/2 years old now. He started having heart troubles two
years ago. He's been on enalapril for that. Now he's started leaking
urine at night. We gave him medicine for that, and it worked. But
once he got off the medicine, he started leaking again. This morning,
he threw up all his breakfast.

I took him to the vet, and they did a blood test and an X-ray of his
abdomen. There is a mass in his abdomen, and the vet doesn't know
what it is for sure. He doesn't want to do an exploratory on my boy
at his age. We've put him on the anti-leaking medicine again, and
then something for the tummy troubles, and we're continuing the heart
medicine. His heart is worse now. The blood test shows liver
problems now, too.

I will keep him as comfortable as I can. He is still bright and alert
-- interested and engaged. He's being so brave to try not to scare
me, I'm sure. I will not let him suffer, but I'm also not ready for
this at all. I guess we never are ready. He's been my companion, my
bodyguard, my light for so long. I don't know what I'll do when I
lose him. I think we're on borrowed time now.

Just needed to say....

Eva

Eva,

I am so sorry that you and your rottweiler are going through this--I really
feel for you. I'm not quite there yet but will be dealing with similar
issues with my ancient dog soon as well as a cat with CRF. I know I'm not
ready. Cherish the time you have left with him, enjoy him, spoil him! Take
care of yourself, too.

My thoughts are with you, Bonnie

PS A lot of us like dogs, too!
PSS What's his name? Do you have any pictures of him?- Hide quoted text -

Thank you for your kind words. Only animal people know what this is
like. His name is Streak. I have some beautiful pictures of him,
especially my favorite from when he was about 2 years old. He has a
tiny little kitten sitting on his leg, and it's the cutest thing I've
ever seen. Don't know where/how to show you how beautiful he is, tho.

His picture is on Flippy's page if you know where that is.

He got his name when I was trying to decide which puppy was my little
soul mate. I went over every day to see the puppies. Every time I
went over there, the puppy with the little streak of white on his
chest would crawl into my lap, sigh, and go to sleep. The other
puppies would wiggle, squirm, complain -- but not my streak. He knew
he was mine from the very first moment.

Eva

I know it's about cats...
 

On 2 Feb, 20:21, wrote:
On Feb 2, 1:11 pm, "22brix" wrote:





wrote in message

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...but my beautiful rotty is in trouble now. I just had to tell
somebody about it, and I don't find the dog groups very friendly at
all. He's 12-1/2 years old now. He started having heart troubles two
years ago. He's been on enalapril for that. Now he's started leaking
urine at night. We gave him medicine for that, and it worked. But
once he got off the medicine, he started leaking again. This morning,
he threw up all his breakfast.

I took him to the vet, and they did a blood test and an X-ray of his
abdomen. There is a mass in his abdomen, and the vet doesn't know
what it is for sure. He doesn't want to do an exploratory on my boy
at his age. We've put him on the anti-leaking medicine again, and
then something for the tummy troubles, and we're continuing the heart
medicine. His heart is worse now. The blood test shows liver
problems now, too.

I will keep him as comfortable as I can. He is still bright and alert
-- interested and engaged. He's being so brave to try not to scare
me, I'm sure. I will not let him suffer, but I'm also not ready for
this at all. I guess we never are ready. He's been my companion, my
bodyguard, my light for so long. I don't know what I'll do when I
lose him. I think we're on borrowed time now.

Just needed to say....

Eva

Eva,

I am so sorry that you and your rottweiler are going through this--I really
feel for you. I'm not quite there yet but will be dealing with similar
issues with my ancient dog soon as well as a cat with CRF. I know I'm not
ready. Cherish the time you have left with him, enjoy him, spoil him! Take
care of yourself, too.

My thoughts are with you, Bonnie

PS A lot of us like dogs, too!
PSS What's his name? Do you have any pictures of him?- Hide quoted text -

Thank you for your kind words. Only animal people know what this is
like. His name is Streak. I have some beautiful pictures of him,
especially my favorite from when he was about 2 years old. He has a
tiny little kitten sitting on his leg, and it's the cutest thing I've
ever seen. Don't know where/how to show you how beautiful he is, tho.

His picture is on Flippy's page if you know where that is.

He got his name when I was trying to decide which puppy was my little
soul mate. I went over every day to see the puppies. Every time I
went over there, the puppy with the little streak of white on his
chest would crawl into my lap, sigh, and go to sleep. The other
puppies would wiggle, squirm, complain -- but not my streak. He knew
he was mine from the very first moment.

Eva- Hide quoted text -

- Show quoted text -

I feel for you, my cousin has a rottweiler, he is about 2 years old
now (the rotty, not my cousin) and the whole family love him to bits.
they got him originally as a guard type dog as their house had been
broken into too many times but then Hatton (the dog, named after the
boxer ricky hatton) has really become part of the family, he gets more
presents at christmas than anyone else I think. Only when you have an
animal do you understand the love and the bond between animal and
their human (master for dogs, slave for cats) and the uncomplicated
love and affection that an animal brings.

when you said that your dog had brougth his breakfast up my first
though was 'stomach tumour' as that is what our famliy cat Tegan had
last year, diagnosed in january after she brought up her breakfast in
a rather flamboyant fashion accompanied by lots of blood all over the
kitchen floor. A scan showed that she too had a growing mass in her
stomach, and the vet wanted to put her down there and then, but as she
was so alive and not in pain and was purring and playing we took her
home. It was a real shock as she had not been ill at all really in her
long 17 years of life, apart from usual injuries incurred through the
odds fight or ingesting stupid things she should not, and for a while
she coped well.

She started to go downhill fairly rapidly from about march or april
onwards and we really should have had her put to sleep then, but she
still enjoyed her garden, cuddles, watching tv and sitting on laps, so
we let her carry on and she eventually pass away peacfully at home mid
July (actually on the day we had scheduled to take her to the vets for
the last time in fact, maybe she knew and decided she wanted to go at
home, who knows?).

I still feel rather bad about dragging it out for her as I think she
must have been in some pain near the end when she could not eat
properly and she was gettigng thinner and thinner, butit is a hard
decision I know to admit that you have to say goodbye to your best
friend. You live in denial of what is happening and you wish it wasn't
and for that reason I think you put off the inevitable, it is
understandable to anyone who has been through it themselves. The only
thing I can think of that was good is that she had a very long and
happy life, was extremely pampered and loved, and that at the end she
pased away in familiar surroundings and did not go through the stress
of a car journey to the vets.

but god, I wish I could have her back, I would give just anything for
that,

Bookie

I know it's about cats...
 

I just wanted to express my sympathy for what you're going through.
It's so scary and i'm sorry this is happening to you.

I just went through a nightmare with my cat, who was with me for
nearly fifteen years, after she had some back teeth removed under
anesthesia. Her illness after that was extreme and very unexpected to
me. It resulted in her death about ten days later. I really can't
believe it when i look out and see her grave.

Hug your dog as much as you can. Hold him and give him lots of
kisses. He is at least blessed to have you there to take care of him.

I know it's about cats...
 

wrote in message
ups.com...
...but my beautiful rotty is in trouble now. I just had to tell
somebody about it, and I don't find the dog groups very friendly at
all. He's 12-1/2 years old now. He started having heart troubles two
years ago. He's been on enalapril for that. Now he's started leaking
urine at night. We gave him medicine for that, and it worked. But
once he got off the medicine, he started leaking again. This morning,
he threw up all his breakfast.

I took him to the vet, and they did a blood test and an X-ray of his
abdomen. There is a mass in his abdomen, and the vet doesn't know
what it is for sure. He doesn't want to do an exploratory on my boy
at his age. We've put him on the anti-leaking medicine again, and
then something for the tummy troubles, and we're continuing the heart
medicine. His heart is worse now. The blood test shows liver
problems now, too.

I will keep him as comfortable as I can. He is still bright and alert
-- interested and engaged. He's being so brave to try not to scare
me, I'm sure. I will not let him suffer, but I'm also not ready for
this at all. I guess we never are ready. He's been my companion, my
bodyguard, my light for so long. I don't know what I'll do when I
lose him. I think we're on borrowed time now.

Just needed to say....
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Hi, Eve. I have been thinking about you and Streak since you first posted.
I'm sorry I didn't respond sooner, but I will try to respond to you at
length in the days to come. In one year, I lost both my wonderful Alvin (a
mixed breed dog who lived to be nearly 15 years old) and Molly (my
17-year-old Abyssinian cat, who came to us as a stray, believe it or not).
You're right that no one is ever ready to lose someone we love. When I was
in school, I will never forget the first day of pathology class. The
professor opened the first lecture with the following words: "Life is too
short. Even if everyone of us could be guaranteed 100 years, life would
still be too short." This man must have been 90 years old when he uttered
those words.

My father, of blessed memory, was terminally ill with emphysema. We tend to
be so frightened by the word "cancer" that we sometimes forget that there
are other equally horrible terminal diseases. The last time I took my dad to
see the pulmonologist, the doctor was afraid he had spotted a tumor in my
father's lung. (It turned out not to be cancer, but little did I know my
father would die from emphysema long before the cancer the would have taken
him anyway). I asked the doctor if it turned out that my father had cancer,
could it be treated? What was the likely prognosis? Would he live another
five years? The doctor looked at me strangely and said "He's 76 years old.
How long do want him to live?" [what an assinine thing to say]. I answered
"He's my father. Of course, I want him to live forever."

My dog Alvin lived for nearly 15 years, and it wasn't enough. Molly lived
for 17 years and it wasn't enough. My father lived for 76 years, and it
wasn't enough. A very wise woman once told me that the reason we're sad when
someone dies is not because we loved the person so much but because the
person loved us. Treasure every moment with Streak. Try to take comfort in
the fact that you are a great mom, and Streak is as lucky to have you as you
are to have him.
Best regards,
---Cindy S.