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You definitely need to ask. For Gabe, it meant that he effectively had a severe anxiety attack - so bad that my vet was running tests to make sure it wasn't some kind of cardiac event. When he was undergoing treatment for Osteo, I mentioned the episode to both our oncologist and our radiologist, and they both altered their protocols for him as a result. If I remember correctly, both used a small amount of Propfol to take him under and then a gas mask to keep him under. I know they didn't give him Valium because they suspected it may've triggered his bad reaction.

I agree with your friend. You're giving her a chance. Tons of positive thoughts for you and Munchie.

What a sweet face. I'm so sorry for your loss.

He may need a dental, but you could also try PetzLife spray (quicker/easier for hounds who hate brushing) and some type of chew (bully sticks, greenies, marrow bones, turkey necks, dental chews) a few times a week.

I'm so very sorry.

Wow. I would be looking for a new vet immediately. Your vet may know medicine, but YOU know your dog, and your vet should be willing to give that some deference. If for no other reason than to put your mind at rest. Especially after three months of treating him "her" way hasn't worked. I would tell her, point blank, that I want x-rays. If she refuses to do them and you don't want to change vets, I'd take him to another vet just for the x-rays.

Mine get dehydrated chicken (which I make myself) or dehydrated lamb lung from bestbullysticks.com, based here in Virginia. Once a week (usually Saturdays) they get a bully stick for their teeth.

Wow, this was an old thread! Mine get a "cookie" of some sort after last turnout - usually around 10-11pm. Usually it's dehydrated chicken or lamb lung. Occasionally they get something like peanut butter or string cheese. Gabe used to run in when I cleaned the kitchen to see whether he could bum any extra treats. Of course, he always could. I SO miss my boy.

I know that feeling. TONS of good thoughts for you and Daytona.

What a beautiful matched pair. Glad to see the girls are doing well together!

Hope she's feeling better this morning and that the vet visit goes well. That must be so scary for you both.

It would hurt MY psyche, for sure. The longest I've left them was for two weeks to house hunt, and I was miserable every day of it. They were with their grandparents, who they ADORE, so I knew they'd be happy and spoiled, but I'm not happy without my pups. My hounds would really, really not do well in a kennel, but your mileage may vary.

I'm so sorry. The fridge pic is priceless. I'm glad he left you with sixteen years of great memories.

I can't imagine why anyone would flame you. This is exactly the purpose of fostering with intent. Returning an adopted dog you've had for several years because you're unwilling to deal with a minor issue is a total different matter - those are the people who are "crucified," here. Totally different than what you're doing. "Successfully" fostering is great and hugely needed.

I'm so sorry you had to let her go. She sounds like a very special girl. Thank you for giving her the spoiling she deserved this last year.

No advice, but I'll be watching the replies carefully. I hope I never need it in the future, but this scenario was my biggest worry with Gabe. DH works long hours, travels a lot, and there's no way I could've lifted Gabe's 85+ pounds on my own. Just one more thing that makes Osteo a complete and total nightmare.

What a beautiful boy. I'm so sorry he had to leave you.

Poor Bill (and poor Mama). Hope the vet gets him sorted out.

I'm so, so sorry. I hope he'll find my Gabe at the bridge.

I just can't express how very sorry I am for your loss. They leave such big holes in our lives when they go.

I'm so sorry he had to leave you. I know that however much time we have with them, it's never enough.

Thank you all so much for the kind messages. It's so hard to believe he's gone. Our house feels empty, even with our two beautiful girls, and I have a crying jag every time I come across his stuff. He brought SO much joy to our lives, though, and I know that someday we'll be able to separate all the good from this pain. In the meantime, though, I could really use that "sign."

Gabe slipped away very peacefully this afternoon with his head in my lap and with DH and I telling him how beautiful and good and loved he is. His beloved oncology techs cried with us. I'll try to post a real remembrance for him when I can stand to type it.

Gabe LOVES the techs at his oncology center and always goes with them happily. This morning, he didn't want to go. I bent down to kiss him on the forehead, telling him to be a good boy and I'd be back, and he pulled away from the tech and pushed his forehead against my chest. I managed to make it to my car before completely falling apart. Now waiting for his oncologist to call after his CBC and exam. You ever feel like your heart is just NOT built to take all this?

Gabe has an oncology appointment tomorrow, and I'm dreading it. He's doing better but is still limping, and I think I know what his oncologist is going to say about that. Which probably, in itself, tells me what I need to know. Aarrggh!