Changes in Susie

Susie

I thought I would share an experience I had with my dog Susie earlier this year.

Susie was purchased approximately seven years ago by my father. She was supposedly 3 years old, but we did not receive any papers with her. We were told by the lady who owned her, that she owned several dogs and as she had been diagnosed with cancer she felt it was best to put Susie away.

My father had previously had a tricolored Cavalier King Charles who had died at a ripe old age and although he tried to be without a dog he felt he needed another to fill the gap. So this is how Susie came to live with us. In 2014, my father had a fall and taken to the hospital down in Ayrdale Hospital in North Yorkshire… From there he was sent to Ashington Care Home for 24/7 nursing care. My father has been in a home ever since then and Susie and I visit him whenever we can.

Over the recent months, I have noticed Susie changing and to begin with she has been getting slower and at times I have noticed her lose all sense of direction. Whilst out walking she would start following someone else just in time to realize this person was not me. A few weeks ago a parcel was delivered through, my letterbox and it was for someone on the other side of my estate. I decided to deliver it whilst out with Susie. As we reached the house, Susie was a couple of feet behind me when I ran down the path to push the letter through the postbox. When I turned round Susie was gone. I checked the path, then I ran further on to find her standing at the cross path on top of banking where the path goes down and under the fly-over. I shouted and whistled but she was totally oblivious to me or anything else. I decided there and then that she must always be on a lead. I joked with other dog walker’s about this and then recently something else happened. Susie had begun to sit down if we were going toward the field and she wouldn’t move. I checked her over and she didn’t seem in any pain or discomfort but she had made up her mind she wasn’t going any further.  So on this particular day, we turned back towards home.

Today was a little more of a concern. Susie came into my bedroom when it was only beginning to get light and I knew this was her way of saying she was awake and breakfast would be very nice, thank you. I slipped on my dressing gown and headed downstairs where I found Susie on the small landing. Her breathing seemed harassed and she was panting. I picked her up in my arms and carried her downstairs. I noticed she was struggling to stand up on all fours. Each time she tried she seemed to fall down. I wondered if she would eat anything but Susie had no idea where the food was.  I had tried several times to call the vet but the line was constantly engaged. As I’m a healer, I worked with her for approximately 15- 20 minutes and very slowly she began to improve. The sparkle in her eyes returned, she gradually began to walk normally, her breathing slowed down. The stressful look in her eyes subsided. Within 45 minutes to an hour, she returned back to normal, thankfully. I couldn’t get an appointment for her today but she is booked in for 9 am tomorrow morning, to see if they can find any reason for this. We have been for a short walk and she was fine thank goodness.

I recall many years ago when I had a much older dog and she was having mini strokes which seemed familiar with Susie today. I will know more after tomorrows visit with the vet. I wondered if anyone else has noticed anything like this with any of their pets. I would be very interested in hearing your thoughts about this.

 

 

 

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By steelaj Posted in Dogs

Peppy

  Horse Head, Animal, Horses, Fur, Team

  He was very, very tall, as black as ebony.

His eyes were dark and small, with little mane at all,

He was green at the mouth and vicious to go near

He had every kind of vice, people begged me to stay clear.

 

He grazed in a field by day and night, guarding it with all his might.

Keeping anyone away, who came into sight.

At first, it was hard but still, I try to train,

Many a spill I had, but I always came back again.

 

Those who took a shortcut  on their way home at night

Peppy waited  from afar, where he couldn’t be seen, at all,

Then quietly tip-toe towards the gate, he’d go.

A mighty scream, a yelp, and some swearing, with strong words not for sharing.

 

At last, I did conquer that wild and lonely thing,

With darkness in his soul and fear of what it might bring,

But through tenderness and a firm hand

Many hours we spent together, He learned to understand.

 

Morale of story.

So never take a dislike to horse with a vice,

As Happiness and lots love is all that he wants

and he’ll turn out very nice and trusting.

Just like my Peppy.