MadWoofter

Awwww, what a little sweetie.

Hugs to you Stellnme on the loss of your beautiful girl.

Happy anniversary Scottie and Scottsmum

That is spectacular teekay

So sorry for your loss Perry's Mum.

Fleming was really upset when Tess passed, so much so that he wouldn't eat for a day or two, then moped around for ages. Time really is the best healer. Don't change your routine, just carry on as normal. Whitney will soon bounce back. If she's still having problems in a month maybe consider a vet visit. Hugs, it's difficult on everyone when one of the family goes over the bridge

So sorry Flashsmum. Run free Harry

George has never been an inside dog, and so he is not real great with 'hanging on' to toilet overnight (or while I'm out). He's great when I'm home and goes out but if the back door is shut... well..... Apart from trying to train an adult dog, I think a doggy door would be a great solution. I've sent out for some quotes for supply & installation, but thought I'd ask here if there is anyone that DOLers recommend. I'm in the Sydney metro area. Alternatively, how difficult would it be to install one (in a timber door) myself? I'm fairly handy and probably have all the tools I'd need.

Oh Maddy, so sorry to hear this. What a beautiful tribute to a lovely boy :heart:

So so sorry for your loss Isabel. It is such a difficult decision to make. Boronia is right - there are some awesome dogs waiting to welcome your special girl on the other side of the bridge. Sending healing cyber-hugs to you

I love that Perse :) :) Thanks for all the lovely messages everyone. Apparently George has only ever been a yard dog. I think he's adapting to his new living conditions RuralPug, thankfully he's not particularly drooly, but I have a heap of hand towels on hand in case :)

And another pic ('coz I can :) )

A few weeks ago I put a post on my Facebook page - a bit of a call to the universe kind of thing, and followed it up by starting the "I want" post here on DOL. I asked the universe to send me a "male Bullmastiff, somewhere about 4-5 years old that's a rescue and needs a forever home." Well the world works in mysterious ways !! Let me introduce you to Gorgeous George. George is a Bullmastiff, desexed male, who is 5 years old and due to unfortunate circumstances this much-loved pet needed a forever home. Today he flew all the way from Townsville to Sydney and has come to live with me :) He is showing signs of an awesome character, is absolutely stunning, and has a great grin :)

They're all fabulous !!! Pic 4 - the bird on the statue in the water - where is that? Is it an old wreck or something? There's something about it that just talks to me

So glad to hear she is continuing to improve teekay, it must be such a relief for you all. And your poor boy as well, broken wrists are ouchies !! Hope he improves too :)

Fabulous news Teekay. Well done Mya, keep improving :)

Bwahahaha totally agree!!! Oh my dawg, I can hear the sing-song voice in my head reading that. Hilarious !!!

What an absolute cutie. BUT.... you stole my name !!! :laugh: :laugh:

That is lovely

I've always had breeds in mind that I would love to own one day. Some of them are totally unsuitable to my lifestyle, but they are still on my 'one day' list in case circumstances change. Now that I'm currently dogless, I've been giving a lot more thought to what suits me & my lifestyle NOW, and I've decided.... I want a Bullmastiff. Preferably male, and either fawn or red. And not a puppy, somewhere about 4-5 years old. And one that's come into rescue and needs a forever home. Specific much? :laugh: :laugh: Needless to say, I won't be waiting for all my criteria to be met (if any LOL) or I'd be waiting a long time but it got me thinking - does anyone else have a very specific 'want' that may never be realised?

Fleming was on arthritis medication to be given every second day. I ended up giving it to him in the evening as he got up quite a burst of energy and I had time to take him for an actual walk if he wanted, and had more time to play with him. In the morning I just didn't have the time. Also I am home of an evening so I could keep an eye on him for any reactions etc.

Oh Fleming, where do I start. Fleming was abandoned in country Victoria, and thanks to a DOL breeder his transport to a DOL rescuer in Sydney was organised. From there he came to me as a foster carer. He was malnourished, had skin problems, a very dodgy back leg, and flinched at sudden movements and noises. He gained weight, his skin improved, and after numerous discussions with the rescue group, it was decided that we would amputate the rear leg (we think he got hit by a car and was never treated). From that point, he blossomed. He was obviously no longer in pain, and loved nothing more than chasing a ball. I remember taking him to a large off-leash park where a number of people commented on this three-legged dog who was quicker than most of the others around. After 12 months, and not a single scrap of interest, the rescue group decided to close, and it was a very easy decision for me to say that Fleming was staying. Finally, I felt I could actually love this boy, and oh did he blossom even further. A hungry, nervous boy, he loved people and other dogs, but now my family & friends realised what an absolute sweet-heart of a dog this was. The most gentle dog I've known, he just rolled with life. There were things he'd never recover from - after ten years with me I still couldn't pick up a broom without him racing from the house in fear, but his innate beautiful nature just shone through. While Tess was around he was nearly always in the background and he was overshadowed. With Tess gone, he had strangers come up and compliment him, he had kids in the area come and give him cuddles, and he thrived even more with being an only dog with me. Two days ago, Fleming was given his wings. A brain tumour or bleed took away his personality, and his recognition of me and his beloved grandma (my mum). His deterioration was quick, and his passing was distressing, but I still feel privileged that I could take his pain and suffering away. Tess was my heart dog, but Fleming took a large part of my heart unexpectedly. If I was up & doing stuff around the house he was in his favourite spot underneath the shrub looking out at the world. When I stopped and sat down, he was straight in and lying at my feet. He never left my side, and my days are already darker because he's not here. Farewell my beautiful sweet boy. You were loved by many, and you will be missed.

Fleming got his wings this morning We think he must have had a brain tumour or bleed for the very rapid decline, and he had hyper-sensitivity this morning. We ended up with a double dose of sedation before he was put on anaesthetic gas in order for the vet to be able to administer the final needle. He didn't even know who I was, but he's at peace now doG love him

He's about 14 Kirislin.

Fleming is rapidly deteriorating mentally. Three weeks ago he had occasional moments of being 'lost' where he would go into the bathroom & face the wall, now he doesn't seem to know where he is most of the time, he doesn't greet me at the door, is sleeping nearly constantly, toileting where-ever (he's normally so fastidious and will hold on until he goes out), and today he didn't recognise my mum, who he loves to bits. We are off to the vet tomorrow morning and I am fully preparing myself for him to be given his wings (he has other health issues not just the mental decline). Has anyone else experienced this rapid decline mentally? Was there any non-invasive treatment that helped?