Post by sonterra on Apr 8, 2013 22:39:47 GMT -5
Last Wednesday, I was training in bc with my friends. We had an awesome 4 days of french ring training the weekend before. My boy was showing amazing progress and I was convinced that this would be our year. A year to prove with titles what an amazing dog he is.
He came out of his crate and did all 3 ring jumps multiple times, however when we switched to ckc style attention heeling, he refused food. This alerted me right away something was wrong. I put him back in his crate and he gulped 2 quart buckets of water and 10 mins later barfed it all out. Something is obviously wrong and off to the vet we went.
I assumed it was heat stroke as the temperature was 25 C in bc and it was -10C at home. I anticipated fluids and maybe some antibiotics. Upon examination, the vet noticed his prostate was inflamed and painful. They gave him a shot of anti vomit stuff and sent him home with 2 different antibiotics.
I knew something was seriously wrong that night. He is usually a complete jerk on the bed and is kicked off in mins, however wed night he jumped up and passed out cold. He woke me up very gently 3 hrs later to pee. Came back inside and passed out cold again.
Thursday he progressively got worse. I had him in his crate for a brief time and when I took him out his blankets were wet. I assumed it was barf however we for d out it was because he couldn't hold his bladder. Another night the same and I rushed him back to the vet fri morning.
When I talked to the vet on the phone I was told they suspected an abcess in the prostate. If it was an abcess it required immediate emergency surgery and hospitalization, and the estimate was $6000-$8000. My friend, a vet tech with another emergency hospital in Vancouver called the vets at her hospital, and they confirmed the necessity of the surgery and the price. The unfortunate reality is that I could not afford the surgery.
The ultrasounds showed that he didn't have an abcess he had 4 that they could see. When I went in to see the vet I could hear him howling from the back room. The vet tried to tell me it was another dog, but I know my dogs howl. With the confirmation of the abscess the decision was made to euthanize him.
When they brought him to me... He cried and moaned uncontrollable ly for 15 mins. He is an utter momma's boy, and does very poorly without me. After he calmed down I got on the floor and just held him, he was still grunting in pain. I knew it was time.
I held him while he left this world. And it took me a very long time to let his body go. If I let him go that would mean it was real and he was gone.
There are so many things I thought we would share. Trialing and titling, maybe a litter so I could have a son or daughter with his indomitable spirit. But most of all I mourn that I never saw his muzzle grow grey with age. That I never got to show him that he meant just as much to me past his working age, that I loved him with or without it.
He was a dog who gave me everything he had. He tried anything I out before him with enthusiasm and joy. He was game for anything.
Any trainer he ever worked with told me that he wasn't a dobe to them. He was a Black and Tan malinois. He worked with multiple world champion Tom Andrykowski, Jean Marc Alan, Philip Touy, Dominique Piton, pablo Ortiz, Misael Murkado, fred Labrousse, jimmy Vanhove, josh McCleary, felix sunga, Maximo Linder, Maurice malaise, Ann Putegnat, micheal Ellis, and many more.
His biggest restriction was me, and my inexperience and lack of a regular decoy. Jean marc told me in 2009 that he could have him to ring 3 in 6 months if he had him in France. But alas we live in Canada.
The sun shines a little less bright now. Forever in my heart
Anton Von Hess fr brevet, mr 1, CGN, CD
06 apr 2007 - 05 apr 2013
He came out of his crate and did all 3 ring jumps multiple times, however when we switched to ckc style attention heeling, he refused food. This alerted me right away something was wrong. I put him back in his crate and he gulped 2 quart buckets of water and 10 mins later barfed it all out. Something is obviously wrong and off to the vet we went.
I assumed it was heat stroke as the temperature was 25 C in bc and it was -10C at home. I anticipated fluids and maybe some antibiotics. Upon examination, the vet noticed his prostate was inflamed and painful. They gave him a shot of anti vomit stuff and sent him home with 2 different antibiotics.
I knew something was seriously wrong that night. He is usually a complete jerk on the bed and is kicked off in mins, however wed night he jumped up and passed out cold. He woke me up very gently 3 hrs later to pee. Came back inside and passed out cold again.
Thursday he progressively got worse. I had him in his crate for a brief time and when I took him out his blankets were wet. I assumed it was barf however we for d out it was because he couldn't hold his bladder. Another night the same and I rushed him back to the vet fri morning.
When I talked to the vet on the phone I was told they suspected an abcess in the prostate. If it was an abcess it required immediate emergency surgery and hospitalization, and the estimate was $6000-$8000. My friend, a vet tech with another emergency hospital in Vancouver called the vets at her hospital, and they confirmed the necessity of the surgery and the price. The unfortunate reality is that I could not afford the surgery.
The ultrasounds showed that he didn't have an abcess he had 4 that they could see. When I went in to see the vet I could hear him howling from the back room. The vet tried to tell me it was another dog, but I know my dogs howl. With the confirmation of the abscess the decision was made to euthanize him.
When they brought him to me... He cried and moaned uncontrollable ly for 15 mins. He is an utter momma's boy, and does very poorly without me. After he calmed down I got on the floor and just held him, he was still grunting in pain. I knew it was time.
I held him while he left this world. And it took me a very long time to let his body go. If I let him go that would mean it was real and he was gone.
There are so many things I thought we would share. Trialing and titling, maybe a litter so I could have a son or daughter with his indomitable spirit. But most of all I mourn that I never saw his muzzle grow grey with age. That I never got to show him that he meant just as much to me past his working age, that I loved him with or without it.
He was a dog who gave me everything he had. He tried anything I out before him with enthusiasm and joy. He was game for anything.
Any trainer he ever worked with told me that he wasn't a dobe to them. He was a Black and Tan malinois. He worked with multiple world champion Tom Andrykowski, Jean Marc Alan, Philip Touy, Dominique Piton, pablo Ortiz, Misael Murkado, fred Labrousse, jimmy Vanhove, josh McCleary, felix sunga, Maximo Linder, Maurice malaise, Ann Putegnat, micheal Ellis, and many more.
His biggest restriction was me, and my inexperience and lack of a regular decoy. Jean marc told me in 2009 that he could have him to ring 3 in 6 months if he had him in France. But alas we live in Canada.
The sun shines a little less bright now. Forever in my heart
Anton Von Hess fr brevet, mr 1, CGN, CD
06 apr 2007 - 05 apr 2013
