Just when I thought I had hit rock bottom and things absolutely could not get any worse, last night my 8.8 yr. old IW Dugan crossed the Rainbow Bridge. He was fine Wednesday all day and night. I let him out for last call around 11:00pm he came in, had his treat laid down next to me and went to sleep. When we got up in the morning I thought it was strange that he hadnt moved over by his pillow during the night. Then reality set in, he could no longer stand. Neither his front or back legs would work. The vets said he either had cancer of the spine or degenerative myelopathy. Last year when we walked through the parking lot of one of the nursing homes we visited, we never did figure out what he stepped on but he cut the big pads on both of his back feet, and of course because he kept licking them and wouldnt leave his socks on, he developed deep ulcers on both feet. Thank God for cold laser therapy. I took several months of treatments, salves and bandages, but his feet healed beyond everyones expectations. He could finally walk again pain free. Then a few months later, I noticed his back feet were buckleing under, his legs would get mixed up and he kept falling. The vet that did his acupuncture got in touch with a company that makes corrective shoes for this. The company requested a movie be made so they could see what was happening and to determine if he was a candidate for their shoes. He was, they made the shoes (proved to be well worth the $245.00 they cost). The day they came, we went to the vet she put them on, we picked him up so he could stand, and he didnt know what to do with himself. He actually smiled at us when he realized he could walk around the whole building without falling. Little did I know that all of our happiness would only last for a month. I can still see how he looked at me last night when he was trying to tell me it was time and everything was going to be allright and I can still feel him kissing away my tears. Im trying to figure out why God made me wake up this morning. My house is so empty. For the first time in 15 years I have no Irish Wolfhounds to greet me at the door and give out their butterfly kisses. I dont want to stay home because its so lonely, but I dont want to leave because coming home to no furbabies is so sad. Chloe (9.8 yrs.) died 3/26/2014, Hope (7.6 yrs.) died 10/26/2014, Maggie (7.6 yrs.) died 11/03/2014, and now my Dugan (8.8 yrs.) died 11/20/2014. Sorry to have gone on so long, but please try to understand how terrible the feeling is to lose 4 IWs in less than 8 months. Thank you everyone for your past kindness. Im doing my best to stay Wolfhound strong.
Posted on: Fri, 21 Nov 2014 21:48:12 +0000
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