Wednesday, 15 January 2014

Sleep Tight Missy Moo

Missy was Mark's dog, she would have been 11 years old this year, a good age for a shepherd. She was a funny character, very protective of Mark and it took her a long time to accept me in to the pack.

Just over a year ago I recognised the symptoms of bloat and she had to be rushed in to the emergency vets to be operated on, she pulled through and recovered really quickly. She was a real tough nut, a proper fighter.

Since we got back from Germany she hadn't been eating properly, when we leave her she pines for Mark and had been on hunger strike. We thought she was still upset about that, she was eating little bits and nice food and was happy in herself and not losing weight. She had been in season so we thought it was also to do with that.  Over New Year we noticed sores appearing and took her to the vets. She started to drink a lot and the vet was concerned it could be pyometra. After a scan confirmed it wasn't she was put on a course of antibiotics. They didn't make any difference, she stopped eating completely and was drinking for England! We took her in for blood tests and when we got her back she was on three legs and stayed that way, her hips were starting to go.

In just a couple of days she went rapidly down hill, scarily so. She was groaning constantly, obviously in pain, she didn't want to move or eat at all. She had given up, it was horrible to see. We hoped the blood tests would give us a clue, unfortunately we didn't expect the results to be what they were. Her blood test showed her organs were giving up, she had had enough and her body was shutting down. We didn't want to see her suffer any more, she had already been suffering for a day, so we said night night. Missy was a tough nut so for her to give up she must have been in a lot of pain, poor girl.

The last pic I took of her the night before we lost her, sleep well Missy, run free without pain.

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