He became quite ill last weekend - not eating, throwing up, lethargic & grunting in pain as he sat down or re-positioned himself & he was restless. He had been down the meadow a few days before & insistently licking a 'damp' patch of snow - I thought it was coyote pee & as they would be coming into season - this was the reason he was off his food - thought the silly old fool was 'in love'.
We called the vet on Sunday 22nd Feb, her initial thoughts were a tumour on the spleen - these beautiful dogs are susceptible to cancers ...
He went into the vet clinic on the Monday & put in an IV drip - the symptoms were similar to the horrid disease 'Leptispirosis' - caught from wild animals urine - which linked back to me seeing him licking the snow & his blood was sent off for analysis - trouble is it takes about a week to get the results back & in the mean time, he was loosing the fight, becoming weaker, although there were some small 'ups' - his kidneys came back into normal range - but his liver was not looking too good. The results of the lepto test became irrelevant - he was being treated for it anyway & the treatment is the same for liver disease, but by noon on Monday 1st March our vet sensitively suggested that we consider euthenasia & when we saw him we agreed.
He was jaundiced, had been panting to keep his temp down, but not drinking so his mouth was dry, his tongue & gums dark brown - this was not the magnificent handsome creature from 2 weeks ago. His time had come.
When his Dad got to the clinic & to his cage - he lifted his head in
greeting & licked him in appreciation.
On St David's (Patron Saint of Wales) day March 1st 2010, this gentle loving boy, who ironically was born in Wales, went quietly & gracefully to sleep & is resting peacefully in the orchard we planted down the meadow, last year. I will put a seat there & a little garden later in the year.
He was really Daddy's boy. An outside loving boy. He will leave a huge gap in our lives & his little cousin Erik 'the Viking' (21 months) is missing him dreadfully - as we are.
All our friends have been very kind & offered words
of sympathy that we really appreciate - I think most have been through something similar - but as Chuck put it - no matter how many times you go through it - it's never easy. But to our mind no matter what the pain now - he was worth every minute.
Gareth found a lovely quote from an American web site [www.helpguide.org] which kind of sums it all up:
'For someone who has truly loved
a pet the loss of that animal can feel just as devastating as a human loss, if not more. The very things that make animals different than humans often
make them more endearing. An animal who doesn't talk, can't pass judgement or give you the silent treatment or withhold companionship & love. For many, pets provide a source of unwavering love, affection and companionship. The qualities of a beloved pet are hard to match in human form. The loss of that companion can be heartbraking.'
I'm sad that he only had 17 months here in this beautiful country, but he loved it here... the wide open spaces, 'his own' stream, meadow & orchard. The lovely neighbours who were always popping in to say hello & give him a fuss. He loved the snow, loved making 'doggy angels
' in the snow - even getting up in the middle of the night for a roll over in the snow! He loved the chickens - & eating chicken poop, much to my annoyance!! He seemed to smile & laugh with a wide grin. He had a magnificent ruff around his neck. He would give a 'kiss' on demand. He could leap up on to our tall bed with ease. He loved cats - giving them lots of loving licks around the ears. He loved the long walks up 'Bob's Trail', along the Yankee Line, and only a few weeks ago with the neighbours along the Garrey Road in the snow for a boil up. He loved having sticks, balls, & toys thrown for him to retrieve. He would get his paws dried with a towel quite patiently & loved his thigh to be tickled.
In the photo to the left he is in 'woo-hoo' pose - lying on his back, with his legs in the air, fast asleep - looks uncomfortable, but it was his favourite relaxed pose!
In every room of our house there is a reminder of 'my baby': photographs, a pottery caricature, a watercolour by Ken Taylor, fleece blankets, fling a rings et al...
I hope we will find another boy to help fill the gap - but none will ever replace him in our hearts.
Here are some more photos of our wonderful boy - now resting in peace on Tickle Trout Lodge, Nova Scotia & Ian has some thoughts on his blog: http://www.bushcraftnovascotia.blogspot.com/