I have just joine this forum and just wanted to remember my lovely boy Mulder who I lost in March to congestive heart failure.
I had owned Mulder and his brother Scully (bit obvious huh!) since they were six week old pups (all squidgy and fat, and not looking at all like greyhounds).
My partner and I went to look at the dogs at local rescue centre having recently lost our collie cross Zoe to cancer. We weren't looking for any particular kind of doggie, old or young we didn't mind, when some silly person said would we like to see some greyhound pups (is that a stupid question or what?) we were taken into a mobile home where a litter of 6 pups were having a ball, my other half instantly fell in love with the only black pup in the litter (he likes black dogs best) before i'd even had chance to meet them all properly, so i just sat down on the floor with my back against the wall to talk to the girl who was caring for them, almost without me noticing a little brindle pup crawled onto my lap and fell fast asleep (all together now AHH), I thought UH OH I've been chosen! so I said to other half would it matter if we had two, he couldn't really say no! and so began the most wonderful adventure of my life, my boys have made my life complete, we have had so much fun together.
In March my stripy boy had a little bit of a cough, which I wasn't too worried about, as he was fine otherwise, but a week or so later I noticed he was breathing really fast although he was asleep. (I already knew about congestive heart failure and that it can cause a cough, which was the main reason we went to the vets) the vet told me not to worry, he just had kennel cough, she gave him some antibiotics to ward of secondary, infection. A week later he was no better and seemed to be struggling a little to get his breath, back to the vet (different one) same diagnosis, more antibiotics, I was just praying that he would soon fight of this infection, having been assured it was not his heart, another week later, no improvement, he had lost 10lbs in weight and was breathing and coughing so badly that he was hardly able to sleep at all, back to the vets,(another different one) this one told me it was definately his heart and that he was in a very bad way (I didn't really need telling that) the vet also said that he was amazed that the previous two vets hadn't picked it up and that he would understand if we wanted him put to sleep ( I think that was his way of gently saying that he was virtually beyond help) we made the sad decision there and then, and my heart broke in two (Iam now sobbing as i write this).
We are still blessed with his brother Scully, who is an old crock! he has epilepsy (kept in check by pheno & K/BR) and a wonky leg ( as well as a wonky brain!
Sorry this was such a long post, but I just needed to share my pain, which has not diminished on little bit, I know from reading the other post on this site that you would understand
Thank you Mel
