Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Bandit's Meds and New Additions
So we began to reduce his meds cautiously and watch for changes. Ever since his July cluster episode and subsequent increase of meds, Bandit has acted like a drunk and disorderly dog after his morning meds. He jumps on and plays with all the dogs in the house regardless of whether or not they want to play. It is hard to say no to the biggest dog in the house, and at 80 pounds, Bandit normally gets his way or the victim finds someplace to hide.
Starting in the first week of January, I reduced his Kbr from 2cc to 1.5 cc and left his pb dosage at 90mg in the morning and at night. After only two weeks Bandit began to act more normal, and some of his old self came back. For the first time in seven months, he crawled in to my lap for a cuddle, and I almost cried I was so happy. Before the cluster episode he used to do this at least once a day. So, as the third week in January rolled around, a nasty bout of the Flu went through our house, but I had to take Bandit to the vet to get his bloodwork done. I had also finally managed to convince Jim to purchase a show line husky pup! Despite the raging fever, I was eager to talk to Bandit's vet about further reducing his meds and to pick up our new addition to Team Wyrd!
It took all of 30 minutes to integrate him in to the pack, all of our dogs were thrilled to have a new puppy around, especially Moony. From the moment she saw Ghost, she decided that he would be her puppy.
Life in team Wyrd was good except that G'kar was very visibly aging, especially since the beginning of January. By Wednesday his arthritis was hurting him so bad, he began falling and losing control. He would scream pitifully for help, and I would lift him up on his four legs. Wednesday night he slept only a coupld of hours, pacing most of the time. Thursday our vet office was closed, and we watched G'kar's condition deteriorate rapidly and debated whether or not to take him to the emergency vet. By afternoon it was plain that there wouldn't be much they could do to relieve his suffering, only prolong it. His arthritis had progressed too far, an unfortunate side effect of aging. By Thursday evening we had made the decision to let him pass, so Jim picked him out a steak and I heated it enough to kill the bacteria and fed him his last supper.