Losing my boy



Howie, my 7 year old Boston Terrier had an MRI at the weekend after suddenly stopping eating last week and developing balance problems.

We were told today that he's got weeks left. 3 inoperable lesions on his brain.

I don't even blub like I did today at funerals. I feel like a part of me has literally been ripped out.

We're doing a bucket list for him, ice cream at the beach, swimming, playing footie...no showering together though.

Anyway, just thought I'd let you lot know.
Bless his heart and hope you are ok mate. Give him the best 3 weeks ever and cherish every moment.
 
Sad news.

We have 3 dogs, a rescue cat, 2 guinea pigs and 3 horses. Too many dark days on the horizon. Daughter and wife will be devastated as they go one by one.
 
Howie, my 7 year old Boston Terrier had an MRI at the weekend after suddenly stopping eating last week and developing balance problems.

We were told today that he's got weeks left. 3 inoperable lesions on his brain.

I don't even blub like I did today at funerals. I feel like a part of me has literally been ripped out.

We're doing a bucket list for him, ice cream at the beach, swimming, playing footie...no showering together though.

Anyway, just thought I'd let you lot know.
Reading this at turned 1 am im blubbering wiyh you. No words only tears marra
 
Wow, someone bumped this 😊 thanks everyone.

update time then. As weeks turned into months, Howie had clearly responded well to his cocktail of steroids and sickness tablets. He started wetting the bed at night, which he’d never even done as a pup so we feared the worst and took him in to the vets expecting to hear he’d regressed further. The vets gave us drops to add to his food, which were normally only given to female dogs, hoping it ‘might’ stop the weeing.

funnily enough it did. He either didn’t pee or he woke us up to go out.

This continued for another month, and we passed his expected death date by another half. Every day we felt lucky but scared.

one night he knocked on the back door to go out for his customary 3am piss. I let him out, and stood at the back door having a tab in just my kecks. It was pitch black out and I could hear him having a right good sniff, then he started barking, so I ran outside, not even thinking of the land mines on the grass and started hunting for him. There he was round the back of the house, dancing around a huge hedgehog. Ffs! I picked him up and took him back in. He spent the next hour knocking at the back door desperate to get back to the spikey shit he’d found.

Anyway, next day his eye was really bad. He seemed a lot worse in himself and we thought again “this is it”. So off we headed to the vets.

So this time he’d perforated his eyeball (damn hedgehog). But, the vet also voiced concerns. Not only because of his lowered immune system, but also because he was still alive!

“Why is he still alive?”

I mean, you don’t say that do you?

anyway, she asked us to have another MRI and also a spinal tap. I didn’t really want to put him through that, but at the same time, something wasn’t right. So I agreed...

A week later he had both and we expected to hear within 3 days as the results had to be sent to England first.

3 days came and went. Then a week. We called the vets, the specialist involved was signed off sick. But she’d be back Monday.

Monday came and went, then the whole week. We chased but no return calls. We eventually went in. There’d been a mix up with the results in England, joy...but we’d be hearing very soon.

All this time, and he was STILL bombing around like a mad bastard! Maybe this was like one last peak before the drop. We finally got the results...


‘INCONCLUSIVE’

that’s right. They didn’t dare tell us definitely what it is. The lesions have shrunk, he seems well. They ‘believe’ it is meningitis. Not like humans get, but a dog form, I forget it’s name or acronym, but they have changed his meds to suit, and the greatest news is he COULD live for up to 2 years more!

Thanks everyone for the kind words and support. Here’s hoping I can keep updating for another 2 years!!
 
Wow, someone bumped this 😊 thanks everyone.

update time then. As weeks turned into months, Howie had clearly responded well to his cocktail of steroids and sickness tablets. He started wetting the bed at night, which he’d never even done as a pup so we feared the worst and took him in to the vets expecting to hear he’d regressed further. The vets gave us drops to add to his food, which were normally only given to female dogs, hoping it ‘might’ stop the weeing.

funnily enough it did. He either didn’t pee or he woke us up to go out.

This continued for another month, and we passed his expected death date by another half. Every day we felt lucky but scared.

one night he knocked on the back door to go out for his customary 3am piss. I let him out, and stood at the back door having a tab in just my kecks. It was pitch black out and I could hear him having a right good sniff, then he started barking, so I ran outside, not even thinking of the land mines on the grass and started hunting for him. There he was round the back of the house, dancing around a huge hedgehog. Ffs! I picked him up and took him back in. He spent the next hour knocking at the back door desperate to get back to the spikey shit he’d found.

Anyway, next day his eye was really bad. He seemed a lot worse in himself and we thought again “this is it”. So off we headed to the vets.

So this time he’d perforated his eyeball (damn hedgehog). But, the vet also voiced concerns. Not only because of his lowered immune system, but also because he was still alive!

“Why is he still alive?”

I mean, you don’t say that do you?

anyway, she asked us to have another MRI and also a spinal tap. I didn’t really want to put him through that, but at the same time, something wasn’t right. So I agreed...

A week later he had both and we expected to hear within 3 days as the results had to be sent to England first.

3 days came and went. Then a week. We called the vets, the specialist involved was signed off sick. But she’d be back Monday.

Monday came and went, then the whole week. We chased but no return calls. We eventually went in. There’d been a mix up with the results in England, joy...but we’d be hearing very soon.

All this time, and he was STILL bombing around like a mad bastard! Maybe this was like one last peak before the drop. We finally got the results...


‘INCONCLUSIVE’

that’s right. They didn’t dare tell us definitely what it is. The lesions have shrunk, he seems well. They ‘believe’ it is meningitis. Not like humans get, but a dog form, I forget it’s name or acronym, but they have changed his meds to suit, and the greatest news is he COULD live for up to 2 years more!

Thanks everyone for the kind words and support. Here’s hoping I can keep updating for another 2 years!!
You should have pro ably updated this before it was bumped marra. 😂 I'm glad you're getting more time with the lad.
 
I vowed never to get another after my last one died 10 years ago as I honestly thought I couldn’t go through the pain again. The daughter was a baby when my collie had to be put to sleep so had no memory of her, she nagged me since she could talk for another and I finally relented last year when she went hysterical after losing a daft goldfish she won a week earlier at the armed forces day. I wish I recorded her reaction from crying her eyes out to complete joy as I said if you stop crying i’ll get you a dog. I now have a frigging insane spaniel and the house feels complete again.

Anyway the point of my insane ramblings is get another one right away, it won’t be the same but i massively regret not having a 4 legged idiot in the house for nearly a decade even though the little arsehole spent his milk teeth months sinking them into my big nose.
 
Wow, someone bumped this 😊 thanks everyone.

update time then. As weeks turned into months, Howie had clearly responded well to his cocktail of steroids and sickness tablets. He started wetting the bed at night, which he’d never even done as a pup so we feared the worst and took him in to the vets expecting to hear he’d regressed further. The vets gave us drops to add to his food, which were normally only given to female dogs, hoping it ‘might’ stop the weeing.

funnily enough it did. He either didn’t pee or he woke us up to go out.

This continued for another month, and we passed his expected death date by another half. Every day we felt lucky but scared.

one night he knocked on the back door to go out for his customary 3am piss. I let him out, and stood at the back door having a tab in just my kecks. It was pitch black out and I could hear him having a right good sniff, then he started barking, so I ran outside, not even thinking of the land mines on the grass and started hunting for him. There he was round the back of the house, dancing around a huge hedgehog. Ffs! I picked him up and took him back in. He spent the next hour knocking at the back door desperate to get back to the spikey shit he’d found.

Anyway, next day his eye was really bad. He seemed a lot worse in himself and we thought again “this is it”. So off we headed to the vets.

So this time he’d perforated his eyeball (damn hedgehog). But, the vet also voiced concerns. Not only because of his lowered immune system, but also because he was still alive!

“Why is he still alive?”

I mean, you don’t say that do you?

anyway, she asked us to have another MRI and also a spinal tap. I didn’t really want to put him through that, but at the same time, something wasn’t right. So I agreed...

A week later he had both and we expected to hear within 3 days as the results had to be sent to England first.

3 days came and went. Then a week. We called the vets, the specialist involved was signed off sick. But she’d be back Monday.

Monday came and went, then the whole week. We chased but no return calls. We eventually went in. There’d been a mix up with the results in England, joy...but we’d be hearing very soon.

All this time, and he was STILL bombing around like a mad bastard! Maybe this was like one last peak before the drop. We finally got the results...


‘INCONCLUSIVE’

that’s right. They didn’t dare tell us definitely what it is. The lesions have shrunk, he seems well. They ‘believe’ it is meningitis. Not like humans get, but a dog form, I forget it’s name or acronym, but they have changed his meds to suit, and the greatest news is he COULD live for up to 2 years more!

Thanks everyone for the kind words and support. Here’s hoping I can keep updating for another 2 years!!
Look at me, I can afford a garden AND tabs

Pathetic.
 
I vowed never to get another after my last one died 10 years ago as I honestly thought I couldn’t go through the pain again. The daughter was a baby when my collie had to be put to sleep so had no memory of her, she nagged me since she could talk for another and I finally relented last year when she went hysterical after losing a daft goldfish she won a week earlier at the armed forces day. I wish I recorded her reaction from crying her eyes out to complete joy as I said if you stop crying i’ll get you a dog. I now have a frigging insane spaniel and the house feels complete again.

Anyway the point of my insane ramblings is get another one right away, it won’t be the same but i massively regret not having a 4 legged idiot in the house for nearly a decade even though the little arsehole spent his milk teeth months sinking them into my big nose.

My 13 year old dog won't have long left but I've said I won't have another dog till I retire. In reality it won't be upto me like. If the bairns nag our lass enough we will end up with another.
 
Wow, someone bumped this 😊 thanks everyone.

update time then. As weeks turned into months, Howie had clearly responded well to his cocktail of steroids and sickness tablets. He started wetting the bed at night, which he’d never even done as a pup so we feared the worst and took him in to the vets expecting to hear he’d regressed further. The vets gave us drops to add to his food, which were normally only given to female dogs, hoping it ‘might’ stop the weeing.

funnily enough it did. He either didn’t pee or he woke us up to go out.

This continued for another month, and we passed his expected death date by another half. Every day we felt lucky but scared.

one night he knocked on the back door to go out for his customary 3am piss. I let him out, and stood at the back door having a tab in just my kecks. It was pitch black out and I could hear him having a right good sniff, then he started barking, so I ran outside, not even thinking of the land mines on the grass and started hunting for him. There he was round the back of the house, dancing around a huge hedgehog. Ffs! I picked him up and took him back in. He spent the next hour knocking at the back door desperate to get back to the spikey shit he’d found.

Anyway, next day his eye was really bad. He seemed a lot worse in himself and we thought again “this is it”. So off we headed to the vets.

So this time he’d perforated his eyeball (damn hedgehog). But, the vet also voiced concerns. Not only because of his lowered immune system, but also because he was still alive!

“Why is he still alive?”

I mean, you don’t say that do you?

anyway, she asked us to have another MRI and also a spinal tap. I didn’t really want to put him through that, but at the same time, something wasn’t right. So I agreed...

A week later he had both and we expected to hear within 3 days as the results had to be sent to England first.

3 days came and went. Then a week. We called the vets, the specialist involved was signed off sick. But she’d be back Monday.

Monday came and went, then the whole week. We chased but no return calls. We eventually went in. There’d been a mix up with the results in England, joy...but we’d be hearing very soon.

All this time, and he was STILL bombing around like a mad bastard! Maybe this was like one last peak before the drop. We finally got the results...


‘INCONCLUSIVE’

that’s right. They didn’t dare tell us definitely what it is. The lesions have shrunk, he seems well. They ‘believe’ it is meningitis. Not like humans get, but a dog form, I forget it’s name or acronym, but they have changed his meds to suit, and the greatest news is he COULD live for up to 2 years more!

Thanks everyone for the kind words and support. Here’s hoping I can keep updating for another 2 years!!
Tremendous news mate :cool:
 
Wow, someone bumped this 😊 thanks everyone.

update time then. As weeks turned into months, Howie had clearly responded well to his cocktail of steroids and sickness tablets. He started wetting the bed at night, which he’d never even done as a pup so we feared the worst and took him in to the vets expecting to hear he’d regressed further. The vets gave us drops to add to his food, which were normally only given to female dogs, hoping it ‘might’ stop the weeing.

funnily enough it did. He either didn’t pee or he woke us up to go out.

This continued for another month, and we passed his expected death date by another half. Every day we felt lucky but scared.

one night he knocked on the back door to go out for his customary 3am piss. I let him out, and stood at the back door having a tab in just my kecks. It was pitch black out and I could hear him having a right good sniff, then he started barking, so I ran outside, not even thinking of the land mines on the grass and started hunting for him. There he was round the back of the house, dancing around a huge hedgehog. Ffs! I picked him up and took him back in. He spent the next hour knocking at the back door desperate to get back to the spikey shit he’d found.

Anyway, next day his eye was really bad. He seemed a lot worse in himself and we thought again “this is it”. So off we headed to the vets.

So this time he’d perforated his eyeball (damn hedgehog). But, the vet also voiced concerns. Not only because of his lowered immune system, but also because he was still alive!

“Why is he still alive?”

I mean, you don’t say that do you?

anyway, she asked us to have another MRI and also a spinal tap. I didn’t really want to put him through that, but at the same time, something wasn’t right. So I agreed...

A week later he had both and we expected to hear within 3 days as the results had to be sent to England first.

3 days came and went. Then a week. We called the vets, the specialist involved was signed off sick. But she’d be back Monday.

Monday came and went, then the whole week. We chased but no return calls. We eventually went in. There’d been a mix up with the results in England, joy...but we’d be hearing very soon.

All this time, and he was STILL bombing around like a mad bastard! Maybe this was like one last peak before the drop. We finally got the results...


‘INCONCLUSIVE’

that’s right. They didn’t dare tell us definitely what it is. The lesions have shrunk, he seems well. They ‘believe’ it is meningitis. Not like humans get, but a dog form, I forget it’s name or acronym, but they have changed his meds to suit, and the greatest news is he COULD live for up to 2 years more!

Thanks everyone for the kind words and support. Here’s hoping I can keep updating for another 2 years!!

Gan on Howie LAD.

We've only had Rufus T Dog with us for a month and he's already my best mate.
 

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