ElizabethGPAPS

Please accept my condolences. Dear's sister Mohican Doo was one of my fosters last year so I always enjoyed reading about Dear. Godspeed. .

Simon is the designated bugger and starts making Dinner Eyes at me about 1/2 hour before the usual eating time. Any shifting or standing at that point results in everyone running for the kitchen. They only go into red alert when dinner's actually late - then there's pacing and whining and such.

I've just been doing some research and gastrointestinal bleeding is definitely a dangerous side effect associated with Rimadyl....but none of the articles I found say what to do about it. Please at least call the e-vet and ask their advice.

Both of mine are 12, adopted at 2, very short careers and no cancer so far. I personally think it's more genetic than environmental, though.

A few months ago a friend's 3 year old Greyhound developed sudden eye cloudiness...over a matter of hours he went from normal to completely blind. He was diagnosed with "sudden onset immune-mediated uveitis". With steroidal eye drops he has gotten most of his vision back in one eye but not as much in the other. I hope your pup's case is something less severe.

Hey! This is one of our boys. Here are his farm photos: http://www.k8nkc.com/MoreDogs/RTW2/XtraDrive.htm Isn't he especially handsome? I picked him for his beauty and because we always get great dogs from James Potter.

I'm so sorry to hear this. The picture of Willow with Xander the cat is one of my favorite photos ever. I can't even imagine the shock you must be feeling to lose her so young and unexpectedly! Godspeed, Willow.

I'm so sorry to hear this news! I remember Jackson - he was a big, beautiful boy. Please accept my condolences for your loss.

Two Greyhounds, both 11 and Sloughi, 13 - no medical problems whatsoever.

The story I heard was that BP befriended this stray hound while filming a movie overseas, and brought it home with him when filming wrapped. Don't know if it's true, but who knows?

I don't usually post here when a former foster dog dies, but Smitty was such a special soul. He was just 6 years old and his owner, Julie, knew something was wrong even though he was eating, drinking, playing, etc...a mom's sixth sense, I guess. The Vet found an enlarged spleen, which led to exploratiory surgery, which found the tumors. Smitty passed peacefully while under anesthesia. Many of you will remember Smitty as the "main suspect" in the Pillow Murder thread. He was a wonderful boy in so many ways, from his uncanny ability to become a tiny lap dog to his endearing habit of sleeping with his paws behind his ears. I guess I just want to commemorate him somehow. You were loved, Smitty.

I'm so sorry this happened. Little Rudy and your family will be in my thoughts. How horrible. I, too, think this was probably pack dynamics rather than prey drive, with poor Rudy not standing a chance to defend himself. I hope the adoption group makes sure Brad's an "only" dog in his next home. He will be loved again, and I hope you can forgive him with time (and yourself, if need be, though you are certainly not at fault).

Like everyone else here....I would spend whatever I could if it meant a meaningful recovery for my pet. How much would that be, exactly? I don't know. I can't say "I will spend X amount and not a penny more". We cross these bridges when we come to them. I've known many people who made veterinary decisions partially based on what they could afford, particularly when deciding how aggressively to treat cancer or chronic spinal problems. Some have gone much further than I would or could, and some haven't done as much as I would have in the same situation. There's no right or wrong to me. Just personal decisions based on a number of factors.

I don't think we've gotten a truckload of dogs in 6 years that didn't have ticks and hookworms present in varying levels. Occasionally giardia, sometimes fleas, sometimes tapes or other worms.

Dudin the flying Greyhound crossed the bridge yesterday. He came from Tucson and found his forever home in Kelowna, British Columbia. We flew him up there by private plane, hence the nickname. Dudin was a gentle giant who raced at 83 lbs and measured 33 inches at the shoulder. I fostered him for a while - he was such a special boy! His mom Corinne sent this news (Betty Loney is their local adoption Rep): "I have tearful news about our beloved Dudin. Last Friday he became very ill with what the vet thinks was meningitis. Dudin had spinal pain and was exhibiting worsening neurological signs and symptoms. We unfortunately had to put him down yesterday as the vet said there was nothing more he could do. I couldn't bear to see him in any more discomfort. He could barely lift his head and was unable to stand. We are still in shock. Dudin was our baby!! I miss him so much already. We thought for awhile that he may have had a tick related illness because that seems so common in greyhounds. Betty Loney is just as devastated as we are. She has been so supportive in helping us through this hard time. She also helped provide some information on trying to diagnose Dudin when he first became ill. I thought I should let you know as I know Dudin was near and dear to your heart. Wherever Dudin is now I hope he is painfree, chasing lots of rabbits and counter-surfing as much as his heart desires. I'm sorry to give you such sad news. Bye for now, Corinne." A few pictures of his flying adventure... I'll send a copy of this thread to Corinne and family. Godspeed, Dudin! You were loved.

What a long, strange road Ted travelled in his short life. Thank you for giving him love and acceptance at the end, because he surely deserved it. Goodbye and Godspeed to you, Ted!