HOWEDY ~~seadancer~~,
"~~seadancer~~" <seadancer1934@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
> wrote in message
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> I have a little Maltese male dog.
> He is very affectionate and compliant, a real lap dog.
> There is one thing he does which puzzles me. He stares at me
> quite often.
Perhaps IT is challenging your AUTHORITY?
> Even when he's on my lap while we're riding in the car, he turns
> his head and looks straight into my eyes and holds the stare. What
> does this stare mean?
That couldn't be a GOOD sign <{}: ~ ( >
> What is he trying to communicate?
Sounds like he's BEGGIN you for "The Kindest Gift"~!
LIKE THIS:
Subject: Re: Need advice. My dog is dying
"dave" <nospam> wrote in message
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> Night before last he went blind. Noticed his eyes were
> completely red when they used to be brown. I took him to the vet
> yesterday and the blood test showed he had
> no platelets in his blood. The vet said his eyes were full of blood.
> Small spots of blood on the tip of his
> tongue. The vet also said his blood pressure was around
> 200/100.
>
> My dog is about 12 years old and up till now had always been healthy.
This
> all comes as a shock to me. Has anybody ever
> heard of an affliction such as this? The vet recommends putting him to
> sleep because the problem will only get worse
> and because he's an outside dog he won't cope with being blind to well.
If it was only blindness he was coping with, I'd keep him around.
Dogs (even outside dogs) can adjust to being blind, but it isn't.
The blindness seems to me from what you've said to be just the
most visible symptom.
Platelets are crucial in your (and his) body's ability to
keep blood where its supposed to be (I.e. inside the body,
out of the eyes etc). Something else is causing his platelet
count to be low (I'm assuming he had some, just not very many).
Its never easy, but my gut reaction would be to give him
a peaceful end and euthanize him, rather than risk him
bleeding out internally.
Dale
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Subject: Re: Need advice. My dog is dying
"SteveB" <toquerville@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
> wrote in message
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kindest thing you have ever done for this dog for his
whole life would be to do what needs to be done. I did
not say the easiest thing, though.
Best Wishes
Steve
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Subject: Mojo's last day-a year late
I'll warn you right up front this is not a story that will
end up with you feeling anything good. I know this because
I've been living with this almost a year. The difference to
me right now is that I'm finally able to write about it having
taken this long because I knew I'd have to re-live it once
again and up until now, I couldn't.
Mojo died a year ago on the 21rd of June.
He did not die well.
I won't go into the details that led us to that last day here
as I already have written of that on my LJ. If you do want to
read it just ask and I'll post the URL.
Luke's death in January of the same year is also there and will
show the vast contrast between what happened with each dog and
why Mojo's death has been so difficult for me and pretty much
destroyed any hope of any real closure for my husband and I.
These dogs lived with us daily, close to us in ways that no
other two dogs have been. They'd been through a catostrophic
hurricane with us, they'd both had medical problems we'd
dutifully taken care of for much of their lives and they've
traveled literally, thousands of miles with us. We'd all lived
together in a 26 foot long travel trailer at times and that in
itself is pretty darn intimate in the "living with the dogs"
department.
We could read each other's moods and sometimes didn't even
have to speak to them and they'd know what we wanted just
by their observations of our body language. It was unique,
even more so than our previous canine crews.
We'd only been back in Idaho,in this town for @[EMAIL PROTECTED]
3 months when
we first took Mojo in to a new vet. I liked him a great deal
and was impressed with him. He was an older guy yet very willing
to listen to me and best of all, he and Mojo seemed to hit it off
immediately. He had always been partial to the big dogs, GSDs in
particular.
In the next few days we'd be forced to think the unthinkable
that we all have to when we outlive our dogs but since I'd
been through this three times before I knew all the questions
to ask beforehand. Or so I thought.
The vet and I had discussed in great detail what we'd be doing,
what we'd be using, where my husband and I would be, what we'd
observe, what would be happening at what point in time-everything.
No surprises. Just as peacefully and as perfect as when we'd put
Luke down six months earlier.
As hard as that was, as much as I will always miss him just
as much as all my other beloved dogs, I left there feeling
closure and the deep belief and comfort that I'd done the
right thing by him. I felt as a responsible dog owner that
could proudly look in the mirror and believe I did the right
thing for Luke.
The day we took Mojo in to say goodbye however, we weren't
greeted by the vet I'd met and talked to and gotten to know
but by his associate, whom I'd never met before. In retrospect
I should have stopped everything right then and there but I didn't.
I trusted he'd do things exactly the way the other vet and I
discussed and I believed everything that took place when it
was Luke's turn would happen that day with Mojo.
And I think also that mentally we'd prepared ourselves for it
so well it never occurred to us to go back. We were ready and
Mojo was ready. I've always abided by one simple rule with all
my dogs and that is that when the time is right, when life is
too painful for them to enjoy;
then my promise, my duty is that I will allow them to go with
dignity, quietly and stress free; to a place where there is no
pain. I _owe_ them that at the very least.
That day we sat on the floor with Mojo, his favorite red plaid/
sheepskin blanket under him and hand fed him his favorite treats-
beef, chocolate, whatever. He received his first shot to relax
him and as he drifted off and dozed a bit the vet and his assistant
began to administer the final shot. We expecting the exact same
thing that had happened with Champ, Darcy and Luke...to begin
seeing his breathing slow, his eyes close and his body to fully
relax until a check on his heartbeat showed he was really and
truly gone while listening to the love in our voices to
comfort him. That didn't happen.
He suddenly began thra****ng around wildly and screaming loudly as
the vet kept trying to stick the needle in his vein. As out of it
as he was then he still managed to half stand up, still screaming
loudly in pain.
I couldn't move. I was absolutely horrified and paralyzed.
My husband finally found the presence of mind to ask "What
is happening, what's going on?, I thought this was going to
be peaceful"! The vet screamed back at him:
"IT NORMALLY IS! HIS VEINS HAVE COLLAPSED!"
The rational part of me realizes the vet was horrified as well
and the yelling and defensiveness was part of that but the other
part of me, the white hot angry part was so upset that Mojo was
hearing all of this disturbance in our voices I wanted to punch
the guy right in the face.
Instead I grabbed him by his coat collar and pulled his face
close to mine but I couldn't say anything.I was in shock.
My concern for only Mojo kicked in then and my husband flat
out told the vet to leave right now that we needed some time
with Mojo to settle him and calm him down.
The vet left and we spent the next 15 to 20 minutes crooning
to Mojo, petting him and comforting him until he became calm
and dozed again, his head in lap and our arms around him.
The vet returned with a different syringe that contained
something of a different color and I swear to you that his
face was ash white. I have no idea what we looked like but
I have no doubt ours were too.
The final shot was administered and we spent the next ten
minutes with tears streaming down our faces and our bodies
wracked in sobs not because Mojo was gone but because he'd
gone like that and we felt responsible.
The gift of going without pain was ours to give him and we
failed him. And in doing so we also would never receive the
closure we needed as well.
After that, we got up and left him there on the floor with
his blanket and walked out like zombies. I don't throw up
as a rule of thumb unless I have a bad stomach virus because
I hate it so much which means I've thrown up about 3 time in
the past 30 years.
That day, I made it as far as the car door then I threw up
all over the parking lot then again when I got home.
I literally was so overwhelmed by what had just happened and so
emotionally drained like nothing I'd ever experienced before.
To this day my husband and I have never sat down and gone over
the minute details together because we were there-we don't need
to.
We have discussed it indirectly, hugged each other and cried
buckets of tears. To be brutally honest I've been more affected
by this than by losing my Mom last fall because she at least
went very peacefully, unlike Mojo. You can be very sure when
it's Taffy's time this is something I will be discussing with
the vet and if there's a backup plan for this sort of thing
you can be damn sure it will be in place.
I never ever want to see another animal I love go through this
again in my life. Had I known this would happen, I'd have taken
him out and put a bullet through his head myself to guarantee it
would be painless and quick.
I'd much rather live with that image than the one I carry around.
It took me six months just to be able to drive down that street
without being aware or looking at the window where it happened
and I haven't been back in to talk to that vet whom, I recently
learned, sold the practice to someone else.
I probably should have gone back within a few weeks or so
but now too much time has elapsed for me to feel comfortable
doing that.
I've never heard of anyone else having this happen and maybe
if I had I'd have somehow been able to prevent it but I'll
never know for sure.
So that's what happened last year when Mojo died and it's why
I have had such a difficult time with it as well a big reason
as to why I've disappeared a lot from the newsgroup for long
periods of time.
Often I've logged on here but see that someone has recently
lost a dog and it's just too hard so I quietly leave. I do
want ya'll to know though that my silence doesn't mean I'm
indifferent to your loss, it's just brings back too many bad
memories of my own.
So this part of the healing process has begun, it seems.
RIP Mojo
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On 10 Jun 2007 01:16:09 GMT, Terri <Te...@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
> wrote:
> I had no idea, only that you'd gone through a horrible period
> losing so many animals. I hope you don't mind me asking some
> questions here.
Not at all.
> Did you have a problem with the veins collapsing such as Mojo did?
No; what happened with Boomer, the world's most loving Siberian,
is that he had lumbosacral stenosis, which is why he was going to
the Bridge in the first place - he'd had discomfort and mobility
problems for some time but still bounded around with his odd
rocking horse gait, happy to be alive, until that Friday evening when his
back end just gave out and he couldn't get up.
But our usual vet, the senior guy, isn't in on Saturdays, and
this vet didn't know about his back problem, and I think the
position she put him in on the table aggravated it.
But I also have to say that for some reason, Boomer was agitated
as soon as I put him in the van to go to the vet that morning,
which was very unusual for him. He kind of whined off and on
to the vet and acted as though he were in distress at the vet's
until the euthanasia solution kicked in.
It was very unnerving and, as with you and
Mojo, not something I like to remember.
> Do you feel it was a lack of experience that caused the problem,
> the bedside manner or the fact you didn't know him/her very well?
Lack of experience. Her bedside manner was fine; she was very
kind. But she didn't know Boomer, and I guess she didn't look
at his chart or she'd have seen he had back problems, and I
didn't think to tell her until it was too late.
Obviously, I wasn't thinking as clearly as I hopefully do
ordinarily, but that's a good reason to never have an
unfamiliar vet euthanize one's animals.
> And most im****tantly, what do you know of backup plans that can
> be put into place in the event it isn't going well initially and
> needs to be quickly ended, keeping the tension out of it?
In Boomer's case, I think she was a bit unnerved by his crying
(not screaming), and tried to speed it up. I chose not to say
anything about his back at that point and reposition him because
I didn't want to prolong it. I honestly don't know the answer
to your question about backup plans. We have never had a problem when the
senior vet does the procedure - - unlike many, maybe
most vets, he does not use a sedative beforehand, because he
says that slows down the dog's system and prolongs the process.
Sighthounds have these big old hearts that sometimes want to
keep going, so he tends to use more euthanasia solution than
needed, and I think that what he does is just give a huge dose
that would drop a small horse. The result is *always* that
the dog loses consciousness and dies very quickly. Peaceful
each and every time, and the dog doesn't have the added
discomfort of an extra IV or catheter.
>> You still gave Mojo the gift of release from pain.
>Eventually. :(
I know. But does live in and for the moment, and we humans
can take a big lesson from that. A dog would never keep
remembering and torturing itself the way you and your DH and
I have. I know Boomer would forgive those last moments, as
he forgave everything else, and I'm sure Mojo would as well.
FWIW, you did the exact right thing by calling a halt to
the procedure and calming everybody, especially Mojo down.
To lighten the moment, I will tell you what happened when
we put Tasha down on April 28. Tasha was a most awesome
Siberian Husky. She was 14 and we got her from a pound
when she was about a year. To say she was intelligent is
like saying Paris Hilton is spoiled. She once found our
greyhound Matty in some woods about 6 miles from home,
where he hid during the 36 hours he was lost - DH said
"find Matty", and damned if she didn't.
She once grabbed the neck of a dog that DH was unsuccessfully
trying to prevent from attacking another dog - just closed her
jaws and held on. Anyway, she'd had osteosarcoma for 22 months
and it showed signs of having spread to her brain, and she had
impaired kidney function as well. We were dreading this day
like never before. Oddly enough, I believe Tasha was ready.
She was always our alpha, a supremely confident dog with a
great deal of pride.
On the table, her front paw shook and DH - - she was always
his girl - - held it. As always with this vet, it was very
smooth and peaceful (he particularly liked her, said she
reminded him of that female lead dog on Eight Below) and she
was gone very quickly.
Just as the vet and tech left the room and closed the door,
leaving DH and me alone with Tasha, her head came up, facing
the door, and her tongue stuck out. DH couldn't help laughing - said
she'd
gotten the last word.
Yes, we know it was just a reflex, but it was somehow fitting.
I hope you don't mind me asking: have you ever discussed
this with another vet? If Mojo's reaction was caused by
his veins collapsing (and I've heard of that but not heard
of it causing that result), why was the vet able to complete
the procedure? Did he have something in the second syringe
to dilate the veins?
Mustang Sally
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BWEEEAAAHAAAHAAA~!~!~!
Re: Question About Euthanasia - Not For Faint of Heart
"diddy" <di...@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
> wrote
in message news:Xns995C9D28D6616danny@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
if you are willing to be trolled. Using firearms
is not the most palatable way to put a dog down, but
sometimes it IS the most humane. For instance. I live
10 miles from a vet not an unreasonable distance for
routine care.
But one day, I was outside the fence in the company of
my dog, when the phone rang inside the house. I ran in
the door, and it was my dad. I said, "Dad, the dog did
not come in with me, I'll call you back"
Not aware that my dog had crossed the road to visit the
children getting off the school bus across the street,
I assumed her to be in her usual haunts, out in the back
pasture or barns.
I called her to come, and called her directly into the
path of a speeding car. She got hit directly on the
license plate and was thrown about 30 yards.
I knew exaclty what had happened, when I heard the
sickening thud, and her screams.
I rushed to her, and saw the blood streaming from her
ears and nose. her mangled little body irreparable. I
knew she was going to die. She quit screaming when I
went to her side. I went to move her, and she started
screaming even louder.
I knew moving her was only causing her greater agony.
She was in enough, and the outcome was not going to be
any better.
I decided to not put her through any more, and I left
her screaming, went in the house, got the handgun, and
returned. I gave her a tearful hug and apology. And I
did the hardest thing I've ever done in my whole life.
I took her pain, and made it my own. She immediately
slumped and went limp, and was silent. Quick. Taking
her to the vet was the poorer alternative.
in later years, I released a dog from the pound. She
was dumped for biting. Knowing that most of the time,
a dog that bites is the child's fault, I brought her
home to see if she was salvageable in a childless home.
She at least deserved an evaluation. She seemed fine,
then the following day, with no provocation, she lunged
for my throat. This was an unprovoked attack, and I knew
there was probably something physically wrong with the
dog (perhaps a brain tumor?) and regardless, she was a
HUGE liability risk, and I could never place her.
So I took her to the vet for euthanasia.
The vet kept sticking her for 15 minutes, and it was the
ugliest screaming death I ever witnessed.... until I had
my old 18 year old companion diagnosed with systemic
organ failure. Her old body wore out. I took her to the vet.
Apparently poor circulation caused her not to use the
euthanasia shot properly. The vet kept giving her one
shot after another, and she dies a slow agonizing death,
screaming, and looking at me in betrayal and dismay.
I wanted to grab her from the vet, and take her home,
and shoot her. It would have been over faster.
Then I took Danny in for Euthanasia. The best dog I've
ever had. The vet stuck him, and he went down HARD,
screaming.
He screamed for about 10 minutes.
If a vet was going to get a dog right, this one he HAD
to, and he didn't. I was furious. I'm forever sorry I
took him to the vet, but the violence of shooting him
was just unnacceptable to me.
These are THREE different vets.
I've witnessed hundreds of vet euthanasias that went
uneventfully. But those THREE failures stick forever
in my mind. Two on dogs very near and dear to me.
If I could accept the violence and had the fortitude
to do the job myself, those dogs would have never
needlessly suffered. A bullet properly placed is quick
and final.
Perhaps the OP has had not so good experiences, and
just wants to be sure the job is done right. I don't
necessarily consider them a troll (however I strongly
suspect that they are, and if they have to ask what
caliber to use, they probably are not a good enough
shot that they should attempt this)
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Won Last Gift
HOWEDY People,
The Amazing Puppy Wizard wouldn't
ever CONsider MURDERING a dog if
he had just WON MOORE "HOWEDY!"
left in him.
> http://www.canineaction.com
My Kids, My Students, My Life:
You MURDERED your own DEAD DOG
Buck cause you was TOO LAZY to walk
him and TOO STUPID to restrict salt from
his congestive heart failure diet supplemented
with lasix, FRENCH FRIES and PIZZA.
And THEN you CHANGED YOUR MIND
just after the veterinarian MURDERED HIM
for you for your CONvenience.
From: Leah (dfrntdr...@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
)
Subject: Re: It's Over
Date: 2001-07-13 18:46:21 PST
>Ann Stewart astewa...@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
wrote: After Ken shaved Tosca's leg to
prep
>him for the injection I told him to stop because I couldn't go through
with
>it.
I had that impulse the moment that Buck's
eyes closed and he went limp. I wanted to
scream, "No! I made a mistake!"
I'm just glad I didn't break down until that moment.
I was able to smile at him and say happy things
while he was watching me. So at least the last
thing he saw and heard was the most im****tant
thing in his life - me, telling him I loved him.
From: Leah (dfrntdr...@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
)
Subject: Re: It's Over
Date: 2001-07-15 08:11:21 PST
>"MaryBeth" marbe...@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
wrote: "Euthanasia is that one last great
gift
>you can give your beloved pet. It's when you take *their* pain from them
>and make it your own."
This is a very comforting statement. And
so true. Can I plagarize you? :} I've also
been hanging in the alt.sup****t.pet-loss
newsgroup since I lost my eskie, and
there are a lot of people there who would
benefit from hearing this. :}
From: Leah (dfrntdr...@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
)
Subject: Re: It's Over
Date: 2001-07-13 12:25:22 PST
Thank you, everybody, for your kind words.
They really do help.
I really didn't think this would be so hard.
I thought I was ready. I thought I'd feel
relieved that Buck was "safe" from further
suffering.
All I can see is his eyes as he looked into
mine, trusting me, as the vet gave him the
needle.
I don't know if I'd ever have the courage
to do this again. I hope I never have to.
Leah.
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From: dfrntdr...@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
(Leah)
Date: 05 Nov 2002 00:55:40 GMT
Subject: Re: The Puppy Wizard
>"Mike E" m...@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
wrote: My question was "Is there any legitimacy
to
>the harshly-worded teachings of the Puppy Wizard?"
Any legitimate advice he gives is plagiarized from
other, more coherent sources.
Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain. :}
PetsMart Pet Trainer
See My Furry Family At:
Leah Effexor for chronic depression, in denial
about being mentally ill. Has taken
several other mentally ill medications
before settling on effexor for her chronic
mental problems. Recenly changed to
another ANTI PSYCHOTIC prescription.
"I don't think Jerry intentionally lies. I think he twists
things around in his own mind until he actually believes
what he's saying."
Jerry is the only poster here who gives dangerous
advice. Google for spike and squirt. And let's not
forget the times he's told posters whose dogs have
medical problems that his halfwits-end program could
cure them.
PetsMart Pet Trainer
My Kids, My Students, My Life
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BWEEEAAAHAAAHAAA~!~!~!
Subject: Re: Sounds of hounds abounds
Date: 2004-04-03 18:10:17 PST
HOWEDY disciple cris,
"Chris" <k9ap...@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
> wrote in message
news:4207-406F44D5-150@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
> What is your favortie canine vocalization?
The SHOWEND of dog lovers hypocrites liars
cowards and active long term incurable mental
cases like you takin advantage of folks and
critters an makin money off of disavailing
dogs of their HOWESES and lives.
From: C. Brunner (brun...@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
)
Subject: Re: Why a violent reaction to euthenasia?
Date: 1998/06/22
In article <3589E079.F7C5F...@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
>
nos...@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
writes:
> Does anyone have any ideas on what went so wrong here? These are the
> details... [some snipped...] My friend just had his 11-year-old orange
> tabby put down...
> After the decision was made to euthenize, the vet injected the substance
> (I am not sure what exactly he used). Shortly after the shot, the cat
> started up violently, and literally screamed and fought his way out of
> this life, while my poor friend was holding him; attempts to comfort the
> poor animalwere useless.
> Needless to say it was quite traumatic for my friend, and the cat
> continued to convulse even after death.
This scenario is most vets' worst nightmare (mine, at least).
Euthanasia of a pet is traumatic enough to the owner and the
vet, without this sort of terror.
Several things can happen that might cause
the reaction you've described:
1) Euthanasia solutions are strong irritants (most, anyway)
and will cause pain if the injection doesn't go into the vein
or if it leaks out around the venipuncture site.
Many vets will insert an intravenous catheter to be sure
they're "in the vein" before they inject the euthanasia solution.
2) Animals entering an anesthetized state will go through
an "excitement" phase that can cause harsh movement, vocalization
("screaming"), etc.
Rapid injection of the first few mls of solution is
supposed to take them through that phase quickly
enough so that they don't react; it doesn't always work.
3) Some euthanasia solutions cause relaxation of
sphincters so there is urination etc.; that's not what
you described.
As a 3rd-year vet student, I had to euthanize a dog
that had recovered from a surgical procedure (never
mind...it's a long story).
I had euthanized calves and dogs before, but in this
case I only had a syringe and needle and my "helper"
wasn't good at holding animals.
I inserted the needle, confirmed it was in the vein,
started to inject the solution...and the dog moved
(jerked its leg). My holder let go.
The solution seeped alongside the vein, and the
poor animal started to scream. Needless to say,
by the time that awful job was finished, we were
all quite miserable.
This was not a pet dog, so at least there was no loving
owner involved--just two compassionate but inexperienced
vet students and one poor "teaching" dog.
I learned a lot that day.
C. Brunner
(address has spamblock "NOT")
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Billie Jean Kunkel <B.J.Kun...@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
> wrote in
message news:7o4d47$r6l$1@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
> You did absolutely the correct thing under the cir***stances.
> I want to say a little about how the euthanasia process goes.:
> When euth. solution is given to a perfectly healthy animal, it usually
> takes effect in moments after the injection, because they have a good,
> unblocked circulatory system. The sicker an animal becomes, the more
> "down" they are, it increases the off chance of a slower response time.
> This delay is usually no more than a minute or two, during which time,
> because some elements of the solution have begun to act on the brain
> tissue, there can be a response of tem****ay excitation which is thought
to
> be mainifested as sort of dizziness, and confusion prior to
> unconsciousness, (rather like an individual who is extremely high or
> drunk ) When this happens it, of course shocks the owners if they are
> present.
> Believe me, this is an unpleasant moment for the vets and staff as well
as
> the owners. The main difference is, the staff is usually aware of this
> possibility, and so just "handles" the crisis; Whereas, the owners, who
> are usually informed how the process is expected to go, and given info
on
> posssible momentary reactions, are tied to the animal emotionally, and
not
> involed in the clinical aspect of what is happeng, and of course, it is
> very difficult to handle.
> You do need to be aware, that what you were witnessing, was not
> necessarily what the animal had any awareness of! Again, what you chose
> was kind and correct.
> My heart is with you in this moment, B.J.(Billie Jean the 'possum queen)
> Kunkel
> McGeary <mcge...@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
> wrote in message
> news:mcgeary-0208990944160001@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
> > Hi, all. I've got an issue that's been nagging me for a week now; I'd
> > welcome some opinions. Early the week of July 19, my 10-year-old cat,
> > Molly, began vomiting. A couple of times a day, at first (which
wasn't
> > unusual for her so didn't provoke much notice); within a couple of
days,
> > though, she was unable to keep down any food or water. My husband and
I
> > took her to the vet on Wednesday, thinking she perhaps had a hairball
> > that she couldn't expel. The vet checked her out, said she wasn't
> > dehydrated and told us to try large doses of Petromalt.
>
> > Molly continued to get sicker, vomiting small amounts of fluid every
> > couple of hours Wednesday night. Her belly was also obviously swollen
> > and painful. Thursday morning, we took her back to the vet and he did
> > bloodwork that showed her liver was seriously out of whack. He
x-rayed
> > her and thought he saw an object in her intestines (even though she
> > didn't typically chew or eat things around the house, we thought she
> > might have gotten hold of a foam earplug). She had surgery around
noon
> > on Friday. The vet called that afternoon to say that the news was bad:
> > she had a kinked bowel, with a lot of unusual fibrous scar-type tissue
> > around the intestines, and her liver was almost completely covered
with
> > yellow fatty tissue, with only small brown spots resembling normal
liver
> > tissue (in fact, the vet said that when he removed a piece of the
liver
> > for biopsy, it didn't even bleed).
>
> > He repaired the bowel and closed her back up. The lab results (which
we
> > didn't actually get back until after she'd died) showed lipidosis
> > (apparently unusual because she'd never been obese), chronic hepatitis
> > and a problem with bile pigmentation.
>
> > We were devastated, of course, since we'd thought the problem was
minor.
> > Molly's condition seemed to continue deteriorating; we visited her at
> > the vet's office on Saturday, and she seemed to be in a fog (though
she
> > snapped out of it a little toward the end of the visit). Her body temp
> > was also low. On Monday, she began to run a fever and still was not
> > doing any better. My husband and I were desperate for her not to be
in
> > any more pain, so we asked the vet to put her down while we were
there,
> > thinking that she'd slip gently away.
>
> > However, the experience was a horror. She struggled hard against the
> > needle, and I'm certain that it was painful for her; not only that,
but
> > one syringeful of anesthetic wasn't enough, and the vet had to leave
the
> > room to get a second dose while we held her and sobbed.
>
> > It was the most awful thing I've ever been through. For the last week,
I
> > haven't been able to shake the thought that we should've waited,
> > should've let her hang on a few more days just in case. The vet said
> > he'd have done the same if she were his own cat, but I can't help
> > thinking that he should have had us wait for the labs to come back.
>
> > And I'm destroyed by the thought that Molly's last moments were so
> > unpleasant. Was there any chance she could've recovered?
>
> > Did we act too hastily to put her out of her misery? I know this is
> > second-guessing that might only make me feel worse, but any thoughts
> > would be appreciated. Thanks so much.
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> On Thu, 17 Jun 1999 20:24:15 -0700, dogsnus
<"Terri"@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
> Wrote:>
> Hey, do like me, and killfile Jerry.
> He has millions of people aleady reading his posts and
> watching him extract his soggy foot out of his mouth!
> Out of these MILLIONS, I've only seen 2 naive childs
> come forward and actually believe in his training manual.
Robert Crim writes:
I assume that I and my wife are those two naive childs
since I freely admit to having read and, I hope,
understood enough of the manual and it's counterparts by
John Fisher and the posts of Marilyn Rammell to believe
and use it.
This naive child would like to say thank you to both
Jerry and Marilyn for putting up with a constant barrage
of really infantile crap at the hands of supposedly
adult dog lovers.
The other naive child (LSW) has to put up with the
nagging idea that if people like them had been posting
earlier, maybe we would not have had to hold the head
of a really magnificent animal in our arms while he was
given the needle and having to hug him and wait until he
gasped his last gasp.
To my mind, "naive" is believing you can terrorize a dog.
Naive is believing that people that hide behind fake
names are more honest than people that use their real
names. Naive is thinking that dilettante dog breeders
and amateur "trainers" like Joey (lyingdogDUMMY, j.h.)
are the equal or better than those that have studied and
lived by their craft for decades.
"Stupid" is believing that people do not see kindergarten
level insults for what they are. Really stupid is believing
that people like Jerry Howe and Marilyn Rammell are
going to just go away because you people act like fools.
Why do you act like fools? I really have no idea, and I
don't really care.
> And, to date: I've not seen ONE come forward and
> actually admit to buying and having success with his
> little black box.
I think I'm going to get one myself for Father's day and
take it down to the Animal Shelter for their use and
testing. You would never believe the results, so you'll
never know.
> Anyone by now that doesn't see a scam man coming by
> Jerry's posts deserves to get what is sure to be coming
> to him! LOL!
I don't see a "scam man", so I guess I and Longsuffering
Wife and Rollei will just have to get what we deserve,
eh? As Joey (Dogman) says, "poor Rollei.".......right.
>Terri
Yes it was, and that is sad.
Robert, Longsuffering Wife and Rollei (do I get
to listen to the box first?)
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