After a wonderful 4th of July weekend of chasing chipmunks and squirrels Henry began acting strangly and not walking well. Yesterday, Monday, we took him to the vet because he was getting down in his rear legs. They took some blood and urine for tests. Nothing conclusive.
This morning, Tuesday, Henry was not able to move his rear legs and was having trouble supporting himself with his front legs. We again took him to the vet. They took x-rays and this afternoon recommended that we take him to a neuro-specialist in Salt Lake City.
The specialist checked him out and advised us that the surgery we had considered would probably be less than 20% successful. He then did the equivalent to an MRI and found that three of his lower spinal disks had ruptured in his lower back. This caused bleeding into his spinal cord and a deteriation of the spinal cord.
We made the decision to have him put to sleep while he was still under sedation.
To the last few minutes Henry still insisted on getting down on the floor and playing.
Tomorrow we will take Henry to the cabin and bury him under a tree where he used to chase squirrels and chipmunks.
So sorry Wes. We pet people have a special place in our hearts for our furry friends. I sure hope the story about the Rainbow Bridge is true. All of our passed on beloved pets, waiting for us on the other side.
I am also so very sorry about your loss. Earlier this summer we were forced to put down our choclate lab of 14 years. Miss her dearly. I kept hoping she would pass in her sleep, but her circumstances were quite the same as yours, and the vet said nothing could be done. Again, my sympathy to you and your family.
Permalink Reply by Wes on February 18, 2010 at 10:53pm
We found another Jack Russell to replace Henry that we lost last July. Lilly is 5-months old and almost looks exactly like Henry. She already shows signs of being very dynamic. Loves to run around the house and outside. Chases the quail when they come down to feed.
She has a bit more brown and a darker top of her muzzle. We went to the cabin on Presidents Day and she thought the snow was great.
Oscar, our 11-year old JR, has gotten some of his youth back with her around to play with.
Oh, how sweet! I lost 2 of mine just last year. I have a dog rescue and not matter what when one of them pass on, a part of me dies too. I plant a tree and put a few of there ashes and their inital orniment to honor them, but I do miss them so. It is always nice to find a new friend, and to know all our furry friends will be waiting for us on the other side of the bridge. Beth