Loving my Oldies

Fare thee well, Gerty. A life well lived and loved.

Beautiful looking dog :thumbsup: Made to wear hats definitely

Good looking AND smart. :thumbsup:

She has always been special, but now - doctor, nurse, midwife and mumma all rolled into one

The dogs can no longer jump onto the bed, WM, otherwise I would have the door closed. They are allowed on the bed, of course, but only when the quilt is off -LOL. Mean mean mummy !!

I will say to you, “don’t feel bad,” :) :) , but you will because you love your dogs so much. However, it is one of the things: we think the meds have gone down and a couple of days later find one in a bed, under a blanket, you name it, it can be spat out with a brand of surreptitiousness only spitting-out-meds-dogs can achieve. :laugh: Age brings on many infirmities, unfortunately, and managing ones temperature is one of them, I think. Yesterday, after days of unbearable heat, I put light coats on two of my dogs (one of whom was shaking) and they were very happy. 15 is a grand age for a Kelpie - I have a little little coming up to 17.

I guess you mean quilt :rofl: Actually, I had the curtains in my lounge room re-made into curtains and quilt for my bedroom. I loved the material, but it was quite wrong for my lounge which is light and casual. When I finally get around to re-hanging the curtains after the painting debacle :( , I’ll take another pix. That photo is a bit washed out.

The Mac Mobile could be transformed into Jindi’s Jaunter.

I hope you and Jindi have many many more good times. She is in the best hands

Trust you, K. :rofl:

Thanks Boronia. He is much better. Once all the throws up were over, he was okay. He is on yet another med, though Doxycycline twice a day for 10 days as he is getting a bit of fluid build up despite being on a diuretic as well. His weight is stable though, which is good, as I don’t know from one day to the next whether or what he will eat. His latest trick, and a dangerous one, is wrapping himself around my desk chair (which is an office chair on wheels). So I have to remember if or when I want to move the check as I have rolled over his tail a couple of times. And apopros of nothing, this is Bunter who has decided to hide away from the big bad world (or maybe he knows I am coming with HIS meds):

We all have to make our individual choices and my rule of thumb (even though it can be damnedly difficult) is: what is best for the dog. The operation and the aftermath, the additional time it MIGHT give Jindi as described here I cannot see to be in her best interests. Personally, I would rather a dog have a short, happy life than a long one punctuated by illness, discomfort, pain, etc. Such a sad and difficult time for you all.

That is because you loved him so much and, in the final analysis, we are responsible for everything that happens in their lives. Love is stronger than the intellect, I have to suppose. :flower:

It is all in the personality - an in that, Mac was enormous.

Deepest sympathies. :heart:

Devastating news, Isabel964. I have no advice - the only experience I have had with cancer is one of my own dogs many years ago, but by the time it was discovered and when he died it was only 6 weeks - I just wanted to pass on my best wishes. I hope you get some good/work with news from the tumour identification process. :heart:

Deepest sympathies. She is so beautiful and will leave an enormous gap in your life. Annabelle

I respectfully wish to record my opinion that you are talking rubbish :rofl: Sars, you “should” have realised by now that there are people everywhere who will jump on anything to make an issue that was never intended. Read Melzawelza's last post - she hits the nail on the head. You asked perfectly legitimate questions: All that was needed was for them to have been answered honestly and clearly upfront. And also, Simply Grand has nailed it. Asking questions should not be seen as criticisms (though undoubtedly sometimes they are); generally people are just asking for more information and and understanding of what is happening.

Terrible throw ups this morning. Just everywhere - looks as though he has thrown up everything he has eaten in days :cry: He is now resting, but will be taking him to the vet. He hasn’t thrown up like this for ages. Poor little man. Air conditioning on so keeping the heat out.

WOW!! It will be movies times soon.

His back right leg is very weak; the vet thinks it is neurological because he can’t find signs of pain. A couple of times lately Danny hasn’t been able to stand and has collapsed into a sitting position. The first time it happened I raced off down to the vet in a total panic, but when it happened a few days ago, because it wasn’t nearly as bad as the first time, and once he’d steadied, he could stand, I just watched him very closely and every so often carried him downstairs to toilet and after a few hours he was okay. “Okay” is a bit wobbly, but still pretty good.

He has his moments :laugh: :laugh:

That is if the pound was correct in assessing him at 3 years then. Even so, he is a grand age. I remember so clearly the day I first saw him sitting up the back of the pound run, shaking like a leaf. There was a little flutter in my stomach and because my precious Nammu had died of cancer only 5 weeks previously, I thought to myself tearily, “Oh no! It is too soon.” He’d come in the night before and once all the other dogs had had their walks and I was tidying up, I told him I take him for a quick walk around the block. He was such a happy lively fellow and for some unknown reason, I started singing to myself the song “Danny Boy” ....... hence his name :laugh: :laugh: Because I’d been a volunteer with a pound for some years by this time, the next weekend they agreed to letting me take him home to foster - and to be incredibly original: the rest is history.

Hard to believe it is nearly 14 years since I adopted him. Seems another lifetime away. So much has changed in that time.

We continue on as before. Danny has his up and downs as we inch towards his 17th Birthday (14th Gotcha Day on 22 February 2016). For quit a while now, he has not been interested in going for a walk, but yesterday afternoon there was no stopping him and he had a wonderful sniffing session. The walk took twice as long, but I was so happy to see him enjoying it that the others just had to grin and bear it. :laugh: :laugh: Here he is this morning checking that the outside world is still there: And here he is making his way back to mumma: