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My gorgeous wonderful loving devoted adorable Hoover hound lost his battle on Wednesday evening against whatever undiagnosed illness he had. I am absolutely and totally devastated.
He had a great weekend last weekend, even though he was still painfully thin he was eating well 4 times a day and he enjoyed his walks on both days.
I’d got his blood test results back on Tuesday, which showed that it wasn’t pancreatitis; to me that was very bad news, as it meant it was very likely he had IBS or - more likely - cancer. Weirdly nothing showed on his scan or in any blood tests that were done, but after losing Talisker in 2008 with lymphoma I had a horrible idea...
vet was not convinced however, so on her advice I took him down on Tuesday evening for a Vitamin B12 injection and some antibiotics. On Tuesday night he had a really bad night - for the first time he really looked unwell and unhappy, he got me up four times in the night and was clearly in discomfort.
I rang the vet on Wednesday morning to ask if I could give him some pain killlers, but at lunchtime I got a call from my dog sitter to say he still was panting and unsettled (obviously he hadn’t been like that while I was getting ready for work). I dropped everything at work and was home 30 mins later, I gave him some Metacam but he still didn’t settle. So I had to make the hardest decision for him.
I had Hoover for 6 years and 10 months - he was my “epic fail†when I did my first ever transport run for greyhound rescue. I was meant to go to
Hopwood Services to pick up two dogs from trainers, and bring them back to rescue kennels. One of them was Hoover, and 2 days later he came home with me
I was so lucky to have him - I have never known such a gentle, loving, sweet and innocent boy who adored me just as much as I adored him. He acted like a puppy all of his life, especially when he was playing with his squeaky duck toy 😊. there will never be another like him, he leaves a massive gap in my life.
Give your dogs an extra hug every day and tell them how special they are
He had a great weekend last weekend, even though he was still painfully thin he was eating well 4 times a day and he enjoyed his walks on both days.
I’d got his blood test results back on Tuesday, which showed that it wasn’t pancreatitis; to me that was very bad news, as it meant it was very likely he had IBS or - more likely - cancer. Weirdly nothing showed on his scan or in any blood tests that were done, but after losing Talisker in 2008 with lymphoma I had a horrible idea...
vet was not convinced however, so on her advice I took him down on Tuesday evening for a Vitamin B12 injection and some antibiotics. On Tuesday night he had a really bad night - for the first time he really looked unwell and unhappy, he got me up four times in the night and was clearly in discomfort.
I rang the vet on Wednesday morning to ask if I could give him some pain killlers, but at lunchtime I got a call from my dog sitter to say he still was panting and unsettled (obviously he hadn’t been like that while I was getting ready for work). I dropped everything at work and was home 30 mins later, I gave him some Metacam but he still didn’t settle. So I had to make the hardest decision for him.
I had Hoover for 6 years and 10 months - he was my “epic fail†when I did my first ever transport run for greyhound rescue. I was meant to go to
Hopwood Services to pick up two dogs from trainers, and bring them back to rescue kennels. One of them was Hoover, and 2 days later he came home with me
I was so lucky to have him - I have never known such a gentle, loving, sweet and innocent boy who adored me just as much as I adored him. He acted like a puppy all of his life, especially when he was playing with his squeaky duck toy 😊. there will never be another like him, he leaves a massive gap in my life.
Give your dogs an extra hug every day and tell them how special they are
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) and thgirls aren't tolerant of being sobbed all over like he was. But I know as well how very lucky I was to have him for 7 wonderful years
