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Trials and Tribulations: Multiple Mobility Issues in a Multiple Dog Household

Trials and Tribulations: Multiple Mobility Issues in a Multiple Dog Household

I wrote about Siri’s aging related woes in a recent blog and how it related to the rest of the household. Since that post, her mobility has declined as has her cognitive powers. After trying several natural remedies to restore some brain power, with some small success, I settled on prescription Anipryl. I have used this medication in the past, first with Layla, my second dog as well as Kera, with great success. The word miracle is not an overstatement with regards to its restorative powers for cognitive skills in an aging brain. Siri is now almost as mentally present as she was before the mental decline, with a couple of caveats.

I have thus far failed at restoring her mobility. I have spent many dollars on remedies for this issue as well, so far with limited success. Right now, we are in our 3rd week of Adequan shots. The vet advised me that I won’t see any signs of improvement until the first month is complete. Some friends have seen some success at two weeks, however so I remain hopeful. Siri wears a wonderful invention called the Help Em Up Harness, which enables me to lift her up to move her around and help her walk. She willingly walks on her front legs most of the time. The back legs are the culprit here. Without this harness, my size in relation to her size would present a serious problem for her care. At times it still does.

The complication to having Siri in this condition is that Kenzo is now mobility challenged as well. Several weeks ago, he began limping on a back leg. My heart froze in my throat when this cropped up. He has limped on and off on a front leg since he was six months of age. Pano was suspected and nothing was ever proved, despite x-rays and multiple examinations by various vets. But a back leg limp means something different and it’s rarely something inexpensive. His initial visit for the limp was misleading. A sprain was mentioned, with some pain meds prescribed as well as a lighter exercise routine. He seemed to get better. Then two weeks later he very suddenly refused to place any weight at all on the leg right before bed. Despite the meloxicam, he was very restless and vocal periodically all night. The vet was my first phone call the next morning, followed by a trip there that very morning. This visit was less optimistic. After palpation by a different doctor that we usually don’t see, the dreaded ACL word was mentioned.

Siri wears the "Help Em Up Harness" so that Debby can help her get around.

Siri wears the “Help Em Up Harness” so that Debby can help her get around.

So many suggestions were thrown at me, after sharing this info with friends and acquaintances. I felt incredibly overwhelmed. After countless hours of my own research, I grudgingly accepted that TPLO surgery seemed to be the only solution. As I counted down the days to his surgical consultation, a new routine developed on our lives. One I hope to put behind us someday. We now sleep in the living room. With Siri not able to assist much in her descent down the stairs anymore and Kenzo’s knee in more danger with excess stair usage, it was the only logical solution. I refuse to sleep separately from my dogs. It would cause both sides of this equation far too much emotional trauma. It has certainly been an adjustment, however. The first night caused me to wake up with some incredible neck pain that I never want to experience again. Now that I have determined how to successfully create a peaceful sleeping experience in the living room, things are much improved.

I will confess that occasionally, after a middle of the night trip to the bathroom, I stumble to my beloved bed to complete the night’s sleep. But when I come downstairs in the morning I find Siri and Kenzo have repositioned themselves to face the stairs. This instills such guilt that a repeat of this decision is unlikely.

Kenzo finally had his consultation with his surgeon and it was determined that he has a full ACL tear. His surgery date is set. My mind will be increasingly panicky as the day grows closer, but this remains the best option for the strongest outcome. For two months, Kenzo will be sentenced to the house/property. Siri very much enjoys her outings in the car but that takes a lot out of me to lift her in and out so she will be his companion when I take Trent for his much needed exercise. Here’s hoping that things progress smoothly.

It was also discovered during the pre-surgical exam that the probable cause of Kenzo’s on and off front leg limping is some early arthritis and knee dysplasia in the front legs. He will get appropriate supplements for this that will hopefully help. I know first hand how stressful it can be to have multiple medical issues at once in a multiple dog household. The amount of work that needs done for Siri alone is staggering some days. Add Kenzo’s upcoming surgery and the potential for caregiver meltdown is very high. I recently expressed my stress about this on Facebook and got an amazing outpouring of support that helped me so much. So if you are also experiencing a similar scenario, please don’t suffer in silence. Reach out to people who care. You will be surprised at how many offers of assistance you get. It will warm your heart.

I will update on this subject as possible. In the meantime, if you have a similar story to share, a suggestion or a word of advice, please take the time to share them below.

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Angels Among Us: Remembering My Sweet Angel Kera

Angels Among Us: Remembering My Sweet Angel Kera

The approaching anniversary of one year since I lost Kera is not a happy anniversary but we will approach it as we did with Merlin’s anniversary loss; by remembering the love and laughter that Kera brought to our lives. So with that in mind, I will honor Kera here as I did with Merlin, by honoring her life. I hope I can do her spirit justice.

To my sweet angel puppy: I called you that name, one of many nicknames, for your entire life because you not only looked like an angel, with your pure white coat but you acted like an angel as well.

The day that I first saw you, with Merlin in tow, was arriving at the shelter to pick up an overnight guest as a possible playmate for my baby boy Merlin. You were coming out of the back door with a dog walker, who happened to be a friend and you and Merlin immediately connected. I was told that was the first sign of engagement you had shown since you arrived at the shelter from a hoarding situation at just about three months of age. Our overnighter failed so I asked about adopting you instead. I was heartbroken to be told that I was third in line. Your beauty had a waiting list! I prayed and prayed that I would be chosen and the prayers were answered by those before me on the list, failing to follow through. Merlin and I rejoiced!

We brought you home full of joy, though Merlin was a bit rude initially, after he realized he would have to share his mom. But he was clearly smitten by you first and foremost, as was I and he quickly became your partner in crime, trashing anything that fell into the path of tandem puppies at play!

I felt like I had found my yin and yang, with my black puppy and my white puppy. Out world was sweet and special.

You were initially not thrilled when we started fostering Dobermans, after Ladybug, our first foster girl, tried hanging her head over your back as a greeting gesture! But you made your position as princess clear, without bloodshed, maintaining your regal stature that you presented so appropriately.

Then came a handful of puppies to foster and you avoided them deftly while your partner in crime reveled in their attention, without slightly you in the affection department. But as days went, you seemed to choose a puppy to bestow your grace on and the decision to keep Siri became clear. She was the first and only puppy that you ever showed an interest in.

Fast forward when Trent came as an emergency foster pup, just thirteen months old, with a sad history that spanned seven of those months. You welcomed him with open paws and taught him how to play. It was a joy to watch you chase him and him you and the way that he admired you.

Then came Damon and you were so gentle with his needs. You never asked more than he could give.

You charmed the Therapy Dog testers into urging me to certify you. Charm came so easily to you, making even a grumpy dog hater smile at how beautiful you were with such a happy grin you wore so often. You wore your yellow therapy dog tag so proudly and brought smiles to the faces of mom’s nursing home staff at the time.

You had such sweet traits that made us laugh and smile. The joy you viewed meals with was contagious. Asking you if you wanted to eat would result in the cutest dance from you, with a huge grin on your face. You spent your days smiling and making my life so much better for seeing that smile.

You took such good care of Siri and Trent, trusting Merlin to take good care of you. You were tolerant with Trent’s grooming you and Siri watching nervously over you as you started aging too much for us to ignore.

You were patient with my distress when Merlin was ill and fighting cancer. My distress was so great, that I failed to notice your increasing signs of doggy dementia right away. You were even more patient with the medical tests to diagnose your kidney issues. The ultimate test of your patience and love was your tolerance with my lack of skills and sheer terror of administering subcutaneous fluids. It was only my knowledge of how much better they made you feel that helped me forge ahead and learn to feel comfortable to make you more comfortable.

I made mistakes during my attempts to keep you around as long as possible and I can only hope that they did not cause you too much distress. I tried to do all the right things. I finally had to face that it was perhaps time to allow you to rejoin Merlin.

It was one of the hardest days of my life. You made it easier by allowing me to find the single red rose (from Merlin?) and the single red carnation (from you?) in the oddest spot possible when walking Siri and Trent the day after saying goodbye to you on this earth. I still have them and I cherish them always. I love you Kera, my munchkinland, my pretty princess, my angel puppy, my pumpkin pie, my Miss-Kera-who’s-pretty, I will love you forever. Thank you for being such a part of my life and I look forward to the day that our paths cross again. Until then, I carry your memory in my heart and celebrate your life with us.

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