Hazard RB 8-5-13 (long)

Some of you may remember my posting about Hazard back in 2002 or so,
when I first encountered him at the University of Maryland campus, where
he'd been abandoned.

More recently, he had developed hyperthyroidism. We seemed to have
gotten that under control, until this past weekend, when he started
staying in the basement and not eating. He ate some on Saturday, and
even acted fairly normal as far as taking treats, puring, stretching,
giving me a head-but, but ever so slightly reserved. This was not
entirely abnormal, as he'd get that way when he had a hairball issue, so
it didn't raise any warnings.

Sunday, he stopped eating entirely, wouldn't eat his treats, and seemed
to be breathing a bit hard. I arranged for him to go in to the vet.
When he got in to the exam room, he started open mouth breathing. The
vet put him under oxygen, and gave him a quick ultrasound, which showed
a large amount of fluid buildup around his lungs.

I had so hoped I would be posting with better news once he'd been
treated, but after the vet removed the fluid from Hazard's pleural
cavity, air began getting back in. He was beginning to get worse, and
they'd have had to operate on him in order to attempt to correct the
situation when he already was not a good candidate for anaesthesia. I
couldn't see putting him through more, especially after finding out that
they had taken about half a litre of fluid out. After additional input
from the cardiologist, I made the decision to let him go, and was at
least able to be there holding him as he went.

Safe journey, you big old crazy beast. You were loved even when you
were taking bites out of my hand, and I hope I gave you something better
than what you would have had out on the UMD campus where I found you all
those years ago. I'll miss you greeting me at the entry way stairs with
a head-but and a mrrp before leading me towards the food bowls.

Rest easy, buddy boy. Oreo and I will watch the house...

Sad Chris and Oreo

On Tuesday, August 6, 2013 7:32:10 PM UTC-4, Chris H wrote:
Some of you may remember my posting about Hazard back in 2002 or so,

when I first encountered him at the University of Maryland campus, where

he'd been abandoned.



More recently, he had developed hyperthyroidism. We seemed to have

gotten that under control, until this past weekend, when he started

staying in the basement and not eating. He ate some on Saturday, and

even acted fairly normal as far as taking treats, puring, stretching,

giving me a head-but, but ever so slightly reserved. This was not

entirely abnormal, as he'd get that way when he had a hairball issue, so

it didn't raise any warnings.



Sunday, he stopped eating entirely, wouldn't eat his treats, and seemed

to be breathing a bit hard. I arranged for him to go in to the vet.

When he got in to the exam room, he started open mouth breathing. The

vet put him under oxygen, and gave him a quick ultrasound, which showed

a large amount of fluid buildup around his lungs.



I had so hoped I would be posting with better news once he'd been

treated, but after the vet removed the fluid from Hazard's pleural

cavity, air began getting back in. He was beginning to get worse, and

they'd have had to operate on him in order to attempt to correct the

situation when he already was not a good candidate for anaesthesia. I

couldn't see putting him through more, especially after finding out that

they had taken about half a litre of fluid out. After additional input

from the cardiologist, I made the decision to let him go, and was at

least able to be there holding him as he went.



Safe journey, you big old crazy beast. You were loved even when you

were taking bites out of my hand, and I hope I gave you something better

than what you would have had out on the UMD campus where I found you all

those years ago. I'll miss you greeting me at the entry way stairs with

a head-but and a mrrp before leading me towards the food bowls.



Rest easy, buddy boy. Oreo and I will watch the house...

My thoughts are with you and with your boy as he crosses the Bridge.

--
Will in New Haven

"Chris H" wrote in message
...
Some of you may remember my posting about Hazard back in 2002 or so,
when I first encountered him at the University of Maryland campus,
where he'd been abandoned.

More recently, he had developed hyperthyroidism. We seemed to have
gotten that under control, until this past weekend, when he started
staying in the basement and not eating. He ate some on Saturday, and
even acted fairly normal as far as taking treats, puring, stretching,
giving me a head-but, but ever so slightly reserved. This was not
entirely abnormal, as he'd get that way when he had a hairball issue,
so it didn't raise any warnings.

Sunday, he stopped eating entirely, wouldn't eat his treats, and
seemed to be breathing a bit hard. I arranged for him to go in to the
vet. When he got in to the exam room, he started open mouth breathing.
The vet put him under oxygen, and gave him a quick ultrasound, which
showed a large amount of fluid buildup around his lungs.

I had so hoped I would be posting with better news once he'd been
treated, but after the vet removed the fluid from Hazard's pleural
cavity, air began getting back in. He was beginning to get worse, and
they'd have had to operate on him in order to attempt to correct the
situation when he already was not a good candidate for anaesthesia. I
couldn't see putting him through more, especially after finding out
that they had taken about half a litre of fluid out. After additional
input from the cardiologist, I made the decision to let him go, and
was at least able to be there holding him as he went.

Safe journey, you big old crazy beast. You were loved even when you
were taking bites out of my hand, and I hope I gave you something
better than what you would have had out on the UMD campus where I
found you all those years ago. I'll miss you greeting me at the entry
way stairs with a head-but and a mrrp before leading me towards the
food bowls.

Rest easy, buddy boy. Oreo and I will watch the house...

Sad Chris and Oreo

Soo sorry...You gave him many good years,
and he did the same for you, especially after a while.
It's hard, but you did the right thing.

Sylvia

Pit2nya hunkers down into meatloaf position and purrrrrrsssss.

Rest easy, buddy boy. Oreo and I will watch the house...

Sad Chris and Oreo

We are all very sorry to hear this. Hazard will be greeted at the Bridge
by Cleopatra and Mme Anais, but that won't help heal your broken hearts.
Our purrs are with you.

Amelia
for her house

That is so sad, Chris
Our Mom has an hyperactive thyroid too! She is 68 years old and doesn't
have much of an appetite either.
I put up a candle site for Hazard, but I don't see it here.
Our house is sorry for the loss of your slave, Hazard.
Take care
Kind regards,
Mosey, PookyKat, Sqweex ,Pipps & our Mom Kyla -all sad for you

"Chris H" wrote in message ...

Some of you may remember my posting about Hazard back in 2002 or so,
when I first encountered him at the University of Maryland campus, where
he'd been abandoned.

More recently, he had developed hyperthyroidism. We seemed to have
gotten that under control, until this past weekend, when he started
staying in the basement and not eating. He ate some on Saturday, and
even acted fairly normal as far as taking treats, puring, stretching,
giving me a head-but, but ever so slightly reserved. This was not
entirely abnormal, as he'd get that way when he had a hairball issue, so
it didn't raise any warnings.

Sunday, he stopped eating entirely, wouldn't eat his treats, and seemed
to be breathing a bit hard. I arranged for him to go in to the vet.
When he got in to the exam room, he started open mouth breathing. The
vet put him under oxygen, and gave him a quick ultrasound, which showed
a large amount of fluid buildup around his lungs.

I had so hoped I would be posting with better news once he'd been
treated, but after the vet removed the fluid from Hazard's pleural
cavity, air began getting back in. He was beginning to get worse, and
they'd have had to operate on him in order to attempt to correct the
situation when he already was not a good candidate for anaesthesia. I
couldn't see putting him through more, especially after finding out that
they had taken about half a litre of fluid out. After additional input
from the cardiologist, I made the decision to let him go, and was at
least able to be there holding him as he went.

Safe journey, you big old crazy beast. You were loved even when you
were taking bites out of my hand, and I hope I gave you something better
than what you would have had out on the UMD campus where I found you all
those years ago. I'll miss you greeting me at the entry way stairs with
a head-but and a mrrp before leading me towards the food bowls.

Rest easy, buddy boy. Oreo and I will watch the house...

Sad Chris and Oreo