Some of you might remember me from past years. I have been on a fan site a lot more than posting hear but we are getting ready to go back to WDW next month so have been visiting again.
Some of you might remember me posting about our wonderful boy, Boomer. He was a golden retreiver who was just the most special animal to so many people. He fell in late June and became paralized. At 14 yrs of age there wasn't much to be done so the following morning we took him to the vet. His passing was smooth and calm. He layed in my arms and when I think of him I still feel his hugs.
Strangely, we planned to go dogless for the first time in our lives. A couple weeks later we were searching the dog sites, AKC and, well, you can guess the rest. My husband didn't want another golden. He knew no other dog could compare so we decided to look into Irish Setters. Yeah, I know, nuts. Well, we went to a large confirmation show one Friday morning and fell in love with a puppy named Duncan. The only problem was he was a co ownership and they wanted to show and breed him. I wanted a pet. There was an add in the local paper for a dog about 90 miles away. We called and weren't too excited as he was 14 weeks old already. We went home from that hot show and showered, took a nap, then woke up and decided to drive to Youngstown to see the pup. We got there after dinner and fell in love again. This pup was the last of a litter of 14 puppies. The parents were there and they were nice dogs. He was with another couple pups from another litter and they were all jumping all over me. I was covered with puppy slobber, dust, dirt, sticks. It was fun. So, we decided to take Tucker.
We knew he had a heart murmur but didn't know much about them. When our vet saw him on Monday he was strongly advising us to return him. He didn't have a good feeling about the shortened life span, heart failure and the other problems it could bring to us. We discussed having a heart scan done in the future. We thought about it and decided we wanted to keep him and give him the best life we can. He was a reluctant eater probably due to his low status in the pack. He has finally found a food he likes and is beginning to eat without having to be begged.
He is growing like a weed and so personable. Here is the amazing part of this story. We took him two weeks ago for his neutering. Our vet is a skilled surgeon and planned a very brief proceedure to avoid stressing his heart. He wouldn't even consider taking his dew claws off because of it. He called us before the surgery to say they can't find the murmur they all heard three weeks before. It is completely gone. Even the cardiac vet can't find it. His lab work is perfect, his heart is great and he is gaining weight and growing normally.
If we had returned him he would probably been put down. My husband is now believing me when I say our Boomer guided us to go see that pup that day. He brought Tucker probably two of the few people who would take on the challenge of a damaged heart. I know this is true, I feel him around me all the time and see it in Tucker. He lays in the same spot Boo did, puts his head on my knee as Boo did, lots of things.
I believe we are all of a collective spirit, even our animal world. Here is my Tucker.
Some of you might remember me posting about our wonderful boy, Boomer. He was a golden retreiver who was just the most special animal to so many people. He fell in late June and became paralized. At 14 yrs of age there wasn't much to be done so the following morning we took him to the vet. His passing was smooth and calm. He layed in my arms and when I think of him I still feel his hugs.
Strangely, we planned to go dogless for the first time in our lives. A couple weeks later we were searching the dog sites, AKC and, well, you can guess the rest. My husband didn't want another golden. He knew no other dog could compare so we decided to look into Irish Setters. Yeah, I know, nuts. Well, we went to a large confirmation show one Friday morning and fell in love with a puppy named Duncan. The only problem was he was a co ownership and they wanted to show and breed him. I wanted a pet. There was an add in the local paper for a dog about 90 miles away. We called and weren't too excited as he was 14 weeks old already. We went home from that hot show and showered, took a nap, then woke up and decided to drive to Youngstown to see the pup. We got there after dinner and fell in love again. This pup was the last of a litter of 14 puppies. The parents were there and they were nice dogs. He was with another couple pups from another litter and they were all jumping all over me. I was covered with puppy slobber, dust, dirt, sticks. It was fun. So, we decided to take Tucker.
We knew he had a heart murmur but didn't know much about them. When our vet saw him on Monday he was strongly advising us to return him. He didn't have a good feeling about the shortened life span, heart failure and the other problems it could bring to us. We discussed having a heart scan done in the future. We thought about it and decided we wanted to keep him and give him the best life we can. He was a reluctant eater probably due to his low status in the pack. He has finally found a food he likes and is beginning to eat without having to be begged.
He is growing like a weed and so personable. Here is the amazing part of this story. We took him two weeks ago for his neutering. Our vet is a skilled surgeon and planned a very brief proceedure to avoid stressing his heart. He wouldn't even consider taking his dew claws off because of it. He called us before the surgery to say they can't find the murmur they all heard three weeks before. It is completely gone. Even the cardiac vet can't find it. His lab work is perfect, his heart is great and he is gaining weight and growing normally. If we had returned him he would probably been put down. My husband is now believing me when I say our Boomer guided us to go see that pup that day. He brought Tucker probably two of the few people who would take on the challenge of a damaged heart. I know this is true, I feel him around me all the time and see it in Tucker. He lays in the same spot Boo did, puts his head on my knee as Boo did, lots of things.
I believe we are all of a collective spirit, even our animal world. Here is my Tucker.
to you for the loss of Boomer. We lost our 11-year-old cocker, Riley, in July. Their sweet spirits do linger...
to Tucker.
