I know that I have probably out-asked my quota by now, but we need some more good thoughts… anything you can send our direction.
He’s been getting a little weaker in his hind end, he’ll be 13 in May and we thought that maybe it was just an age thing. This morning however, he was really wobbly and panting very heavily.
I took him into the vet clinic as soon as they opened their doors. X rays revealed a bulge between the vertebrae. He spent the day at the clinic on a fentanyl drip, had a tiche of Ace to calm down and we started him on prednisone. The radiologist feels that it is acute that was probably fueled by a chronic injury.
Tonight he is at the e-vet clinic.
Our vet does not feel that he is candidate for surgery and knowing his personality, we agree.
He’s my bleu hoo, my Danny Bleu. I am so scared.
Mommy! You finally made it!
Karen and I were devastated when we lost Skirvee. I don’t think a day goes by that a tear or two doesn’t stream down my face. Karen and I have talked forever about how we would let our pack dwindle down naturally. It makes sense, but the house was getting so empty. Too empty.
Our pack is getting some age behind them too. We’ve always had blood donors and even they are getting to a retirement age.
So I talked to the adoption rep at the kennel we volunteer for. Two names came flying back at me. Pete spoke volumes to me immediately. He is already a blood donor through a program that our group works with, he’s a baby, he’s only four years old and he’s fawn. Moose, the boy we lost in January was fawn, Talley was fawn and Skirvee was fawn.
The most amazing thing happened on the ride home, Pete reminded us of our Buddy. Buddy the boy that was responsible for my love of pet photography. He’s got Buddy’s gentle and sensitive demeanor. He has not left my side since we got home, just like Buddy. I spent many an hour at the keyboard typing with one hand and once again, I had a day just like that.
And the other dogs? It’s as if he has always, always, always been here. No introductions needed.
He even seemed to know that we were his moms from the minute we got there. For the life of me, I can’t believe that someone didn’t grab him as soon as he got to the kennel.
I guess he was just waiting for us.
Please join us in welcoming Pete to Greyhound Gardens.
I’m not sure that I have formally introduced our new grand dog.
Please meet Odin, brindle pittie extraordinaire. He just happened to make his way to Salem today for his first Santa Paws photo. This dog cracks me up. Karen and I have followed this boy since he was a shelter dog, his story is here on my photoblog. I’m sure he will provide hours of entertainment from here forth.
Today marked our last Santa Paws session of the season. I’m kinda sad because they are so entertaining for me, I really do have a great time at them.
Big news coming down the pike tomorrow. You better stay tuned.
This is the hardest post I have ever done. I’m still not sure I can follow through and do it. I have been MIA to our dog blog for two weeks.
Skirvee is gone, we lost him two weeks ago and my heart is shattered in a million pieces.
I met Karen when she adopted her first two greyhounds. From the beginning we were fast friends. Over time, the friendship developed and I eventually moved in with her. Day after day, we would sit and talk over a cup of coffee surrounded by our blended family of greyhounds. It was pretty clear that the sun rose and set for the greyhounds.
One day over coffee, we talked about how fun it would be to have a greyhound puppy.
So of course, I threw it out to the universe “We want a puppy!” And sure enough, through our greyhound connections a 5 1/2 month greyhound puppy appeared. He had a crippled paw, so racing would never be part of his world and he didn’t have a name.
My youngest daughter Holly named him after the skull and cross bone Paul Frank character Scurvy.
We met up with the adoption group president in a parking lot. In the back of our minds, we thought he would be a cuddly little puppy. Not. He was huge. He was our baby.
Over the years he earned a million nick names, but the one that stuck was “Screechin’ Skirvee Kaddiddlehopper.” He was our biggest dog and our biggest weanie.
He was a total love bug, not a mean bone in his body. He loved toys and treats and cuddles and running around. Skirvee was the picture of joy.
When he turned 8 years old, his two twin sisters came to join him at Greyhound Gardens. I was thrilled. I always wanted litter mates and now I had three of the most beautiful fawn dogs in the world.
In my heart, Skirvee would live forever, he should have lived forever. He was our goof ball.
On the Wednesday before Thanksgiving, he was just a little off, he really didn’t have an appetite which was unusual for him. I almost took him in, but I couldn’t really come up with anything concrete to tell the Dr. On Thanksgiving, he threw up a couple of worms and Karen and I were ecstatic. We knew why his appetite was off and it was a pretty easy fix. Friday morning he chose not to eat again and we were off to the vet clinic for x rays and bloodwork.
X rays were clean and the blood test results would be back the next morning. At midnight he was weak, on Saturday morning he couldn’t get up. We were waiting at the door when the vet got there about 7:15 am.
The blood tests were back and they really didn’t say much except that the platelets were a little low. We had gone through auto immune hemolytic anemia with Adam and although it was rough for awhile, he survived five years after diagnosis. We were confident that we could get Skirvee through this too.
We made an appointment for an ultrasound in Portland at 1 pm and so we left Skirvee at the vet clinic on fluids. At 10 am, a bruise appeared on Skirvee’s belly. His Dr. was worried that he might have DIC, a coagulation disease. We were gone for two hours doorstep-to-doorstop for the ultrasound. The ultrasound was clean and the plan was that we would start treatment for the auto immune disease. We took him back to our clinic to start treatment and get him hooked back up to the fluids.
He was tired, but he wasn’t in distress. We kissed and told him how much we loved him and said we would be back shortly after we ran the dogs at home.
It was our last kiss. Ever so peacefully, Skirvee left us for greener racetracks.
Our hearts were shattered. He was our baby, our Screechin’ Skirvee Kaddidlehopper. The house has been so empty and so not the same. It was DIC, there was nothing we could do. Sometimes all of the love in our hearts and all of the money in the bank and even the smartest, most savvy veterinarians are thwarted by an ailing body that says “I’m done.”
That boy had a firm grip on our hearts and we will miss him forever. The bunny’s are yours now Skirvee. Go get ‘em boy. We love you.
Skirvee • May 17, 2002 to November 30, 2013
My youngest daughter Holly hosted Thanksgiving today. That kid rocks the kitchen. I still don’t know where she got it from. The overwhelming love for dogs I get, the cooking, not so much.
I adore her husband, he’s everything a mom could want.
We met before dinner so that I could do their second annual Thanksgiving photos. The weather was perfect today.
After the photos, Holly and Joe scrambled home so that they could finish the preparations for a fabulous meal. I used to not be so fond of holidays, but now they are becoming my favorite time of year.
Joe and Holly, thank you so much for today. It was perfect.
My oldest daughter Megan and her family joined us just as Holly and Joe left. Could it possibly get any better for a momma?
Megan and Ryan will be getting married in January and just recently adopted Odin, the pittie at the center of attention.
Wow, what an awesome day.
I swear if this dog goes out to my studio and takes one more toy out of my toy bag, he ain’t gettin’ nuttin.
Of course, I probably could tell him no, but who can say no to that face?
Clearly not me.
He’s gonna be a happy boy, I just know it.
A few more weeks and he will be able to play Flocko ball again.
The out takes are always the best.
This has been a really good week. Slinky got her stitches out and looks amazing. Even her vet was pleasantly surprised.
Flocko is healing slowly, but he is doing good. His tumor was somewhere between a grade 1 and a grade 2 and it looks like the vet got clean margins.
Today we brought home the three youngsters that we boarded during all of the chaos.
Yeppers, it was a good week.
Tomorrow Santa Paws and I will be bonding as we take pet photos with Santa Karen. I am especially looking forward to the outtakes.
The dogs crack me up. I was setting up the studio the other night to take some adoption photos and they all think the studio is some magical, mystical place. OK, so I did have ten gold retrievers in there on Saturday, I guess the smell thing must have been out of this world.
I figure if they are going to be out there, they are going to have to be my guinea pigs for the lighting.
Clearly Jori didn’t mind it a bit.