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First, let me preface this post by saying that if you are not a "dog" person and are of the "it's only a dog" persuasion stop reading as you will never understand. Just skip this post
On March 29
th at 3AM our beautiful Irish Wolfhound Saoirse died. She was eleven years and eight months old. That might seem a short time but the Giant Breeds are short lived as a result of their large stature. Irish Wolfhounds average about 8-9 years old so ours was a long-lived girl but not nearly long enough.
She was the only surviving pup of her entire litter (most likely Parvo). I drove to Tennessee to get her and carried her home in my arms.
About 5 years ago she collapsed, could not stand or walk,while we were on vacation. The boarding kennel called, took her to our Vet and we rushed home. She had contracted Ehrlichiosis, a tick born bacterial disease which fortunately responds to antibiotics. A week later she walked out of the Vet's hospital.
About 4 years ago she developed a swelling on one of her left breasts which the Vet felt was a tumor but advised waiting to see if and how it would develop. Within about a month's time it had become quite large and by another months time had grown to the size of a grapefruit. The Vet was able to remove it completely and it was cancerous. Over the next year she developed 5 more tumors which were removed quickly (no longer any doubt about cancer) and successfully.
She remained in good health passing her 11
th year with us hoping to set a new IW age record. Her age was showing and she was having problems walking and controlling her rear legs but still very alert and even running from time to time.
On April 18
th we took the girls out in the yard at 6PM as usual. Saoirse walked out, down the ramp, into the yard did her usual doggie business barked at neighbors, took treats and was normal in every respect. We brought them in the house at about 7PM. Saoirse ate some food drank water and laid down in her bed and went to sleep. At 11PM it was time for their last potty break, the other girls ran out but Saoirse did not move. I called her name several times and still no response. I finally had to shake her awake. She could not stand. I tried to lift her but she just collapsed. My wife came over and the two of us got he up but she could not stand and just collapsed. We called the Vet and she advised us to bring her in ASAP. Ocer the next hour and a half the two us us tried laboriously to lift and move 140lbs of totally flaccid dog. We even improvised a make-shift stretcher out of two poles and a bed sheet. Eventually getting her into a car we got to the Vet clinic, got her inside and the Vet quickly determined that Saoirse was running a high fever. She started her on IV antibiotics and we left for home.
On Monday the 20
th we called and were told tha Saoirse was alert, eating and drinking but still unable to stand. She remained at the hospital until the 24
th when the Vet told us that they had done everything they could do there and that she might improve better at home. She still could not walk but using a lift sling she could move her front legs and we made it to the car. We went to a pet supply and purchased a rear lift harness and between myself and my wife we were just able to get her up as long as one of us held her back end up basically dragging her hind legs. This continued the rest of Friday and Saturday. On the 25
th we decided that we were just torturing her and accomplishing nothing in the process. So at 11Pm after her last dragging out we got her settled in her bed on absorbent pads.
At 3AM Sunday she whined and barked. We both heard her and came running in time to see her vomit white foamy mucus, cough a few times, put her head down and slowly stop breathing.
My beautiful lovely girl was no more. Words cannot convey my grief and the loss I feel. My hard old black stone of a heart is broken. I want my girl back but the universe remains oblivious and unrelenting.
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h1]"I have sometimes thought of the final cause of dogs having such short lives and I am quite satisfied it is in compassion to the human race; for if we suffer so much in losing a dog after an acquaintance of ten or twelve years, what would it be if they were to live double that time?"[/h1]
― Walter Scott