My Rusty girl has given me two scares this year.
First, suddenly weakened back legs for, fortunately, only a day - on New Year's Day. I suspect this was from a bit of strain on the trail the day before when she stepped over a log (maybe caught a back leg). We started on meds that help with arthritis (she has had joint supplements for a few years). We did four weeks of weekly shots and we are now on monthly.
About three weeks ago, the vet recommended that Rusty has anti-inflammatory daily, not just as and when needed, which is what I had been doing for years if I saw she was looking a bit stiff.
Last Saturday night Rusty was restless. We were up multiple times in the night and her poops we dark and liquid. I knew what near-black faeces meant: blood and a possible bleeding ulcer. This is exactly what my mom xprienced last year - also as a result of anti-inflammatories.
I phoned the emergency vet on Sunday morning. As Rusts was eating, drinking and not vomiting, we were not at emergency stage.
Rusts was improved Sunday night but lacked her sparkle and was very down. She didn't eat her breakfast on Monday morning. Rusty never says no to a meal, and as she never complains she must have been feeling terrible.
We saw our vet on Monday morning and started on stomach and gut protecting and healing meds. By Tuesday afternoon, my girl had some sparkle and appetite back. We even went to the Botanical Gardens for a short walk.
Feeling better. Visit to the Botanical Gardens on Tuesday afternoon.
We've had some beautiful late evenings this week. We've been chilling on the lawn or doing gardening. I enjoy this as an opportunity to do stuff outside with the dogs. Rusty loves to watch Rosy catching the ball and even does her herding thing. She also made a lot of faces for me (the puffed out upper lips / cheeks is part of her smile).
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Miss Silly Face (her, not me) |
Rusty is going on towards 14 years of ages. We've been together for almost eight years. My special girl is no longer young and while I will never be ready to let go, that day will come. She has rarely been ill and I find it very distressing to feel unable to help my girl. She is through this and I am thankful to have a well dog by my side. I treasure every day with her. My heart almost bursts with love and adoration just to look at her. Rusty changed my life, that's for sure.
I am very much a one-dog-person, but as luck would have it, I have three dogs. There is Rusty, Rosy (sorta shared with my mom as Rosy was her dog, but Rosy is very much my special girl and trail companion), and there is Cani, my foster turned adopted child.
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Rosy and her ball. She is a silly monkey. Lots of attitude but actually a softie. |
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Purple flecks on her tongue. Chows are the breed known for an all-purple tongue, but many other breeds can have spots. Rosy is certainly a genetic mix that arrived at a 'small black dog'. She is the splitting image of the Dutch Markiesje breed. |
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A common Rosy look - ball in mouth |
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My love dog, Cani. We still have reactivity issues with strangers. Some days good, other days not as good. Slow improvement. She is a super loving and sweet girl. She was concerned about her Rusty. |
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Cani is such a pretty girl. She has a little white under her chin, a small flash on her chest, another on her belly and bits on her paws. Otherwise she is an almost-all-black border collie. She is actually a browny-black. Rosy is properly black.
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