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How tragic, I am so sorry for you and Mike.

We picked him up Saturday afternoon at 1:30 and were totally smitten by 1:35. He was very reserved but greeted us with a smile. He rode in the van like an old pro, even took a quick nap. Introductions to Gypsy were made outside and she immediately approved. We were warned that he likes to mark everything so we were ready with a belly band and kept a close eye on him at all times in the house. We determined that he has a UTI and got him started on antibiotics yesterday. He is very curious and follows us everywhere. Nothing seems to shake him, he is very laid back. He still hasn't quite figured out the nice beds on the floor are for him. He prefers to lay on the towel in front of the patio door. He loves the sqeaky toys. He crates easily and doesn't make a peep. I decided to sleep on the sofa next to his crate the first night and awoke around 4 am, he was circling in his crate and I reassured him that I was right there and to lie back down. Unfortunately, in my sleepy state, it didn't dawn on me that he needed to go. So even with the belly band on, he let loose and soaked himself, the bed & the pen. Once he was done, I took him outside and of course Gypsy had to come too. So I am walking him on his lead (afraid to let him loose in the dark on his first night, even though we have a fenced yard) and I can hear Gypsy jumping up on the 6' privacy fence. I try not to yell, seeing as it is 4AM, telling her to stop. She is completely stretched out up the fence. As I am walking towards her I see that there is something on the top of the fence, I can't make out what it is, but it is not moving. Just about that time, Gypsy makes one final leap and snatches it off the top of the fence and starts shaking the ** out of it. If didn't matter then that it was 4AM and I yelled bloody murder for DH. He comes running out in his boxers to see what all the commotion was. I handed Slick off to him and went to go get the high power flashlight and went out to see what it was. Evidently when I screamed, Gypsy dropped the critter and ran to the other end of the yard. So now we can add a possum to her growing list of kills. So here we are at 4 in the morning cleaning Slick, cleaning his crate and adding new bedding and washing the poo off of Gypsy. Thankfully, last night was much better. So without further ado, the pics...... My handsome boy I believe Gypsy was whispering 'you are really gonna like it here' He finally started climbing on the bed late last night. He really wanted to taste test the chicken Gypsys booboo from her encounter with the possum I think they are going to be best buds

Gypsy has the runs from an extended course of antibiotics. Her tummy was squealing last night so I made a late night run to Target and picked up some Greek yogurt. I gave her a couple of tablespoons last night and a couple this morning with her kibble. Should I be giving her more or less? Is there anything else I should be giving her?

How tragic, I am so sorry

I am so sorry

Welcome to GT! I love that you can still see the brindles markings on Stella even through the fuzz.

So sorry for your loss.

It's never easy to let them go. Godspeed Jamey.

What a beautiful tribute, I am so sorry for your loss. BTW, I have always thought that Full Metal Frank was the coolest name. I will miss the stories and especially the photos.

Judy, I am so sorry to read about Heart. I haven't been on GT much lately, saw your post about the hibiscus and immediately looked up the details. Hugs to you, your family and the rest of the pack.

We use care credit for all the big expenses. My vet and the E-vet both accept it. My vet will actually apply a credit to my account if it helps me to reach the next level to get longer to pay it off. For instance, if my bill 'only' comes to $450 and I need $500 to get a year to pay it off as opposed to 6 months for the $450, they will bill care credit $500 and put a $50 credit on my account. My eye doctor and my dentist also accept it!

I can't believe it's been a year. That is a beautiful tribute. I really enjoyed seeing his face again.

I'm a little late to the party but here is what I have learned. Logan was also stricken with many corns at a time. Fortunately, he was the most gentle greyhound ever and allowed me to work on his corns. Over the years, I have tried everything from witchhazel to Kerasolv to Bag Balm to Avreva. Nothing and I mean nothing will make them go away. The only option that seemed to ease his pain was hulling. I hulled them with my fingernails and soaked them with a warm washcloth to soften them first. This was not always easy but Logan knew that when I was done, he would feel better. If the corn was too sensitive for me to hull, then I would dremel it down until it was flush with his pad. This isn't ideal but it was better than a huge protrusion on his pad. There was never a time that Logan did not have a bothersome corn. However, with persistence the corns did seem to come back smaller over time. Good Luck!

What a beautiful tribute to a wonderful girl

When I got home from work yesterday she greeted me with a stuffy in her mouth (her normal greeting). She was way more alert than when I left her. Mom said she had not drank any water still. She had a can of food for dinner and finally drank some water. This morning she seems back to normal, her eyes are bright and she is back to her bossy ways. As I predicted, the loss of sooo many teeth did provide an ETS opportunity. This is right after we got home, you can see her eyes are only half open. I tried to keep a towel under her head but to no avail. I should buy stock in Resolve This is kinda gross but I wanted to bring them home to show DH. These are the all the teeth she lost.

To be honest, I lost count, I believe it was 10 plus the 4 small ones in front. She is such a stoic little girl when it comes to pain, I have never heard a GSD from her. So to hear her whimper broke my heart.

I am so sorry for your loss

My poor little baby had to have many more teeth pulled than originally thought. The vet was stunned at the level of decay, she said once she removed the tartar, there were pockets of pus(gross, I know). I got her home around 6:00 pm and she just wanted to sleep. After a trip outside we went to bed around 10:30. I awoke to whimpers at 2:30, I sat on the floor until she relaxed and went back to sleep. Up again at 5:15 to whimpers. Again I sat with her until she fell back asleep. She ate a little canned food last night and a little more this morning but she has yet to drink any water. My mom is staying with her while I am at work today. How long is too long for her not to drink?

My poor little girl looked so sad and scared when I left her this morning. I had a good cry and then went in to work. Her breath has been sooo bad that we couldn't put it off any longer. It has only been 18 months since her last dental but her teeth are just beyond saving. She is going to lose 2 upper molars on the right side and 1 upper on the left and probably all her front bottom teeth. The poor thing can't keep her tongue in her mouth as it is, what chance will she have now? On the up side, that will provide some good ETS pics. She did not come out of the anesthesia well last time and I made sure to tell the vet this (new vet)so hopefully we will not have the drama like last time. Until I get the call that she is doing well I am going to be climbing the walls. Please send up a quick prayer that all goes well and she has no complications.

BJ, I am so sorry, there are no words that can ease the pain. You are in my prayers.

Looks like it didn't take her very long at all to get you trained Congrats!

What a beautiful tribute, he sounds like a wonderful boy.

I am so sorry for your loss. I know how hard it is to let them go.

I am so sorry

We knew the day was coming but we did not expect it like this. On Sunday November 14 we had to let Logan go, he was in so much pain and nothing was helping. Saturday was a beautiful day and we were all outside enjoying the weather. DH and I were raking leaves and Gypsy and Logan took turns laying in the sun and then laying in the piles of leaves. Logan even chased Gypsy once around the yard after she pestered him relentlessly. I snapped a picture of the two of them in the leaves and told DH that I should get a video of Logan nestling down in the leaves and how satisfied and content he looks. But we didn't bother with getting the video because we were tired and had been raking leaves for several hours and didn't want to take the time. Hindsight being what it is, I really regret that now. Logan had a great dinner and we all settled in for the night. Around midnight, Logan wakes me up panting. I get up and go to let him out, he goes out on the patio and just stands there looking confused. After a few minutes, he goes out in the yard and squirts. He comes back in and he is still panting. I recognize this behavior, it has happened twice before. Somehow, he has done something to aggravate his neck. I try everything to make him comfortable. Around 1:30 I wake up DH and we both try to get Logan to lay down and relax. I give him 2 Tramadol around 2:00 AM. By 3:00 AM we decide to take him to the Evet. The last time this happened was in October of 09 and they gave him Hydromorphone and he had a bad reaction so this time they gave him Fentanyl. We agreed to leave him so they could monitor him in case of a reaction. I called at 7:30 and he was still panting and not resting. I called again at 11:00 and was not able to talk to the doctor, they said he would call me back. By 1:00 he had not called and we really wanted to get him home so we drove up there and had to wait while they unhooked his IV and got him ready for discharge. We truly thought he would rest easier at home without all the chaos at the clinic. He was very happy to see us but was still panting heavily. We got him home but he would not settle down, his panting was now more of a desperate gasp. We immediately took him back to the clinic, his tongue was starting to turn blue by the time we got there. They rushed him in and put him on oxygen and another drug. The doctor eventually came to talk to us and explain the situation. Surgery to correct the flap in his throat was out of the question and with his neck pain and his tumor we made the only decision we could. He lived 22 months after his initial diagnosis of cancer which was about 20 months more than any of the doctors gave him and in the end it wasn't what took him. Logan was our first male, I never thought I wanted a male until I laid eyes on him. He definitely chose us and by the time we made the long ride home he had me wrapped around his paw. Logan loved to go for a ride and would delight in a small trip just around the block with DH. He also loved his treats, his eyes would get big as saucers when he heard the bark bark jar or heard the crinkle of the treat bag. When we got up in the morning all he wanted was a good ear rub. He was the most gentle, loving and friendly hound ever. At meet and greets he would always gravitate toward the young kids, even though he was never around kids at any other time. We spent a lot of time spoiling him the last 22 months always expecting the end to come at any moment. Logan and Gypsy were fed better than DH and I most of the time. In the evenings, you could find either myself or DH on the floor spooning with him. It's taken me a while to make this post, I still haven't told but a few people. The words just seem to bring back the trauma. I know he is in a better place and all his pain is gone but for DH and I the pain is still unbearable. I hope he knows how much he was loved and how much he is missed. Logan (McCullums Renege) 7/25/99 - 11/14/10