Kate H
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This was posted on an obedience forum to which I belong, as part of an obituary of a much-loved dog, and is crossposted with permission. Max was an English Springer Spaniel who died 2 days ago at the age of 14. I felt - and Karlin agreed when I told her about it - that it says very eloquently what a lot of us feel about our Cavaliers with MVD and SM. Warning: I finished reading it in tears, so have the tissues handy.
One thing Max taught me which I wish he hadn't, was how to cope with an epileptic dog! Max started fitting at 4 years old. It has been the most horrible things to cope with!! I make no apologies for the strength of sentiment in the next bit! For ALL those people who breed from lines KNOWING there is epilepsy present, this is what you potentially 'inflict' on your customers!
The first time Max fitted (luckily) was as we walked into my vets' waiting room. Down he went thrashing about on the floor, wetting himself and contorting into positions that shouldn't be physically possible! I thought, having never witnessed a dog fitting, that he was having a heart attack. I was screaming at the receptionist to get a f**king vet NOW! Everyone in the waiting room was in tears as they thought they were witnessing a dying dog (including me)! Three vets came out, picked him up by his legs and carted him off. After an hour on a vallium drip, I was allowed to go and see him. A sad, sorry little man who was totally shell-shocked!! MY little man!!
Numerous fits followed over the years. After his third one, he started to become very aggressive before he came back to full consciousness. How awful to deal with your own dog whom, under normal circumstances, was the softest, cuddliest, friendliest of animals, but following a fit, would quite happily rip your face off - which he nearly did on two occasions! I have had to use long-handled brooms to fend him off me, and my other dogs before he could inflict any damage. Do you know what it feels like to be terrified of your own dog?????????
For the last ten years Max has never been left with anyone other than myself, or my husband. We couldn't risk him potentially attacking someone who didn't know how to handle him after a fit. He has never had a day, or night apart from one or other of us. We called him our 'special needs' dog. He would get so distressed following a fit that I would 'spoon' with him on the floor to comfort him for up to four hours until he stopped howling. Do you know what it feels like to hear your own dog howl for that long????
I dare say that won't prick too many consciences as £'sss mean so much more than distress and feelings of other people - but, hey! I feel better for saying it!
Maxi Moo Moo, you have taken such a huge chunk of both our hearts with you to the Bridge - wait for us with Daisy and Oscar. No more fits my boy.
Love you always, my special man.
One thing Max taught me which I wish he hadn't, was how to cope with an epileptic dog! Max started fitting at 4 years old. It has been the most horrible things to cope with!! I make no apologies for the strength of sentiment in the next bit! For ALL those people who breed from lines KNOWING there is epilepsy present, this is what you potentially 'inflict' on your customers!
The first time Max fitted (luckily) was as we walked into my vets' waiting room. Down he went thrashing about on the floor, wetting himself and contorting into positions that shouldn't be physically possible! I thought, having never witnessed a dog fitting, that he was having a heart attack. I was screaming at the receptionist to get a f**king vet NOW! Everyone in the waiting room was in tears as they thought they were witnessing a dying dog (including me)! Three vets came out, picked him up by his legs and carted him off. After an hour on a vallium drip, I was allowed to go and see him. A sad, sorry little man who was totally shell-shocked!! MY little man!!
Numerous fits followed over the years. After his third one, he started to become very aggressive before he came back to full consciousness. How awful to deal with your own dog whom, under normal circumstances, was the softest, cuddliest, friendliest of animals, but following a fit, would quite happily rip your face off - which he nearly did on two occasions! I have had to use long-handled brooms to fend him off me, and my other dogs before he could inflict any damage. Do you know what it feels like to be terrified of your own dog?????????
For the last ten years Max has never been left with anyone other than myself, or my husband. We couldn't risk him potentially attacking someone who didn't know how to handle him after a fit. He has never had a day, or night apart from one or other of us. We called him our 'special needs' dog. He would get so distressed following a fit that I would 'spoon' with him on the floor to comfort him for up to four hours until he stopped howling. Do you know what it feels like to hear your own dog howl for that long????
I dare say that won't prick too many consciences as £'sss mean so much more than distress and feelings of other people - but, hey! I feel better for saying it!
Maxi Moo Moo, you have taken such a huge chunk of both our hearts with you to the Bridge - wait for us with Daisy and Oscar. No more fits my boy.
Love you always, my special man.