Margaret C
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It is with a very sore heart that I need to tell you that Matthew was PTS yesterday.
I bred him myself and he would have been 12 years old on 11th June.
I find it hard to lose him just two months after Tyson died.
A big tricolour boy, Matthew had SM which diagnosed through a low cost breeder's scan in January 2005. That was a terrible shock as he had no symptoms.
He had a grade 5 MVD murmur, although that did not start until he was about eight years old.
He also had an untreatable anal adenoma. Chemical castration had not worked, and his heart was too bad for him to survive an operation.
He has been deteriorating for some time and I had been agonising over whether his quality of life was good enough. This week I decided I must let him go before it was too late.
Yesterday morning we had a last walk with his two cavalier cronies and they all got to try and chase a foolish cat.
He was put to sleep by Clare Rusbridge, with the lovely Vet Nurse Sandy cuddling him, while I looked into his eyes, told him how wonderful he was and and fed him tidbits. He fell asleep with a morsel of chicken in his mouth, not a bad way to die if you are a greedy cavalier.
He has contributed tissue to the various research projects.
There is a great big empty Matthew sized space in our house at the moment.
I bred him myself and he would have been 12 years old on 11th June.
I find it hard to lose him just two months after Tyson died.
A big tricolour boy, Matthew had SM which diagnosed through a low cost breeder's scan in January 2005. That was a terrible shock as he had no symptoms.
He had a grade 5 MVD murmur, although that did not start until he was about eight years old.
He also had an untreatable anal adenoma. Chemical castration had not worked, and his heart was too bad for him to survive an operation.
He has been deteriorating for some time and I had been agonising over whether his quality of life was good enough. This week I decided I must let him go before it was too late.
Yesterday morning we had a last walk with his two cavalier cronies and they all got to try and chase a foolish cat.
He was put to sleep by Clare Rusbridge, with the lovely Vet Nurse Sandy cuddling him, while I looked into his eyes, told him how wonderful he was and and fed him tidbits. He fell asleep with a morsel of chicken in his mouth, not a bad way to die if you are a greedy cavalier.
He has contributed tissue to the various research projects.
There is a great big empty Matthew sized space in our house at the moment.
