Mad Doug Biker
Just a damaged guy.
- Location
- Craggy Island
I was there waiting to go out in the good weather, but unfortunately, Bruno, our 12 year old family dog took ill on Tuesday.
He had had a small tumour behind his eye for a while but it hadn't really affected him (or so it appeared anyway).
Over the last month or two, he hadn't been too great and had been loosing weight, but he was still reasonably ok, and was doing what he always did.
On Tuesday at just after 1pm however, he suddenly started falling over and had lost most of his balance and use of his back legs. After an emergency trip to the vet, they suggested it might be an ear infection, although they also indicated that it could be something more sinister.
On Wednesday, he was seen by other vets to gain a second opinion, and they realised that there was nothing wrong with his ears, it was something neurological, and that any treatment would just affect his quality of life considering the part of the brain the problem would be in, and, well, he was an old dog already, so big operations, and so on wouldn't be fun for anyone, least of all Bruno
By this point he was hardly wanting to walk, was being motion sick and his eyes just kept flicking from left to right as if he was dizzy and couldn't keep his focus on one point. Also, he was dribbling (he was NOT a dog that drooled, so this was unusual), he hardly seemed to know we were there half the time, and didn't want to eat (VERY unusual for him!). He wasn't a happy chap at all!
On Thursday, with him getting progressively worse, and on advice from the vet, my Parents decided to put him to sleep before he started being in pain, and at about 11am, the vet came to the house and did the deed with us all there to cuddle and comfort Bruno in one of his favourite spots beside the full length window in the front room (where he could see people coming to the door, spot cats and other 'intruders' in the garden and walking past the gate, and just watch the world in general).
Being our very first dog, we learned everything from him, and his final journey was no exception.
So, after all of that, no, I haven't been out on my bike yet, it hardly seemed right ...heck, the worst thing was seeing him suddenly deteriorate from being reasonably ok on Monday when I last walked him, to being almost unable to stand by Thursday.
I'm not sentimental or anything, but:
Goodbye Bruno, and thanks for the last 9 years, we learned everything from you, right from the first day at the Cat and Dog home.
Bruno, 1997-9 - 22nd of July 2010.
He had had a small tumour behind his eye for a while but it hadn't really affected him (or so it appeared anyway).
Over the last month or two, he hadn't been too great and had been loosing weight, but he was still reasonably ok, and was doing what he always did.
On Tuesday at just after 1pm however, he suddenly started falling over and had lost most of his balance and use of his back legs. After an emergency trip to the vet, they suggested it might be an ear infection, although they also indicated that it could be something more sinister.
On Wednesday, he was seen by other vets to gain a second opinion, and they realised that there was nothing wrong with his ears, it was something neurological, and that any treatment would just affect his quality of life considering the part of the brain the problem would be in, and, well, he was an old dog already, so big operations, and so on wouldn't be fun for anyone, least of all Bruno
By this point he was hardly wanting to walk, was being motion sick and his eyes just kept flicking from left to right as if he was dizzy and couldn't keep his focus on one point. Also, he was dribbling (he was NOT a dog that drooled, so this was unusual), he hardly seemed to know we were there half the time, and didn't want to eat (VERY unusual for him!). He wasn't a happy chap at all!
On Thursday, with him getting progressively worse, and on advice from the vet, my Parents decided to put him to sleep before he started being in pain, and at about 11am, the vet came to the house and did the deed with us all there to cuddle and comfort Bruno in one of his favourite spots beside the full length window in the front room (where he could see people coming to the door, spot cats and other 'intruders' in the garden and walking past the gate, and just watch the world in general).
Being our very first dog, we learned everything from him, and his final journey was no exception.
So, after all of that, no, I haven't been out on my bike yet, it hardly seemed right ...heck, the worst thing was seeing him suddenly deteriorate from being reasonably ok on Monday when I last walked him, to being almost unable to stand by Thursday.
I'm not sentimental or anything, but:
Goodbye Bruno, and thanks for the last 9 years, we learned everything from you, right from the first day at the Cat and Dog home.
Bruno, 1997-9 - 22nd of July 2010.