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Dogs and Ice Cream

Every time we exited my front gate, Cassie headed south, towards McDonald’s, the pier, and other goodies tossed out – treasures to a perpetually hungry dog.   She always looked disappointed when I turned north for our usual walk, but when I turned south, she raised her wagging tail and quickened her gait, often barking and turning towards me as if to say “Really? We’re going this way?”

Chipper devouring an ice cream cone.

Chipper devouring an ice cream cone.

In the summer, she pulled me towards Government Pier anytime I walked near downtown Waukegan, often convincing me to follow her desires. She wanted a dip in Lake Michigan, and if she was lucky and our timing was right, ice cream from Dockside Ice Cream http://www.yelp.com/biz/dockside-ice-cream-waukegan . They had the best hard ice cream, but we always had to choose something without chocolate for us to share with Cassie, after she devoured her baby cone.

As she developed arthritis and walks to the pier became too painful, we started walking to McDonald’s, a much closer trip, to buy a vanilla cone placed upside down in a plastic cup. McDonald’s won’t serve you through the drive through if you are not in a car, so I’d tie up the dogs and go inside – a bummer, since then I couldn’t watch them.

Cassie never liked Frosty Paws Ice Cream for dogs, she much preferred the real thing, as did we. Her love for ice cream probably began on paddling trips to Wisconsin’s Wolf River. We often stopped on the way home at The Dairy Cove in Cecil, Wisconsin (https://www.facebook.com/pages/Dairy-Cove/76795891546) for a quick bite to eat a “pup cup”, free ice cream for dogs.

Cassie’s favorite camping trips involved making homemade ice cream, a tradition that began when the owner of a private campground near Mammoth Cave brought around homemade ice cream to share with the campers. Our friend, Kelly, thought this should become a tradition and purchased a hand crank ice cream freezer. But, unless we camped with a large group, we had lots of leftovers, so Mitch and Kelly would walk around the campground and offer ice cream to the delight of many campers.  One evening we finished making ice cream too late to share with other campers, so Cassie made a gallant effort to finish all the ice cream, but finally turned away, probably the only time she ever had her fill of ice cream.

Apparently, a love for ice cream is common to more dogs than mine. Garrison Keillor on his May 9th radio show A Prairie Home Companion, in The News from Lake Wobegon, told of Maisy, the black lab that would nuzzle up to small children as she stole licks from their ice cream cones. When the dog died, the town held an ice cream social in her honor http://prairiehome.org/shows/may-9-2015/

So during our next camping trip when we make homemade ice cream, we’ll share it with others in memory of Cassie, the ice-cream loving dog.

Leptospirosis

Cassie the water dog.

Cassie the water dog.

Does your vet ask you if your dog drinks out of puddles and streams? I discourage puddles, but lying in a stream and gulping cool water on a hot summer day, now that’s a water dog, or at least a hot dog trying to cool off. Springers are waterdogs – that’s why I’ve had two. Kaylee, my first springer, was a diving dog, literally diving below the surface to retrieve rocks, while Cassie was a wader or a “dabbling dog” as Mitch liked to say, only going chest deep and then backing out, swimming reluctantly to try and ‘save’ me before turning back to shore. But on a hot day, she was always in the water, even if it was just lying in her plastic kiddie pool. One of our favorite summer excursions was the one mile walk to Government Pier in Waukegan. Immediately on arrival Cassie lay down in the water and drank prodigiously, oblivious to the goose feathers and other flotsam in the water.

Although none of my dogs ever got sick from drinking from streams or lakes, apparently more cases of Leptospirosis have occurred in nearby states. Lepto is a bacterial infection that occurs after your pet drinks water where an infected skunk, raccoon, opossum, deer, or small rodent had urinated. This disease is not only a concern for pets, but is transmittable to humans.

For the last several years, Dr. Barcus at the Canine Center  http://www.caninecentervet.com/ , recommended that Cassie have the annual vaccine against Leptospirosis each spring. Buffy and Chipper, do not enjoy the water, so do not need the vaccine.

Symptoms can include any of the following, making it difficult to diagnose, especially in the early stages:

  • Fever
  • Loss of appetite
  • Muscle pain
  • Dehydration
  • Vomiting
  • Diarrhea
  • Bleeding
  • Jaundice
  • Depression
  • Difficulty breathing
  • Eye inflammation
  • Death

Treatment: Antibiotics, but may need treatment for liver or kidney damage in more advanced cases.

Vaccines protect the dog for six to eight months, so depending on your location, you may need treatment twice a year, or only in the spring.

For more information, see the following articles:

http://www.canismajor.com/dog/lepto.html

http://vetmedicine.about.com/od/diseasesandconditions/a/CW-Leptospirosis.htm

The Decision

Deciding if it is time to put your best friend down has to be one of the hardest decisions to make.

  • Is it too soon?
  • Will the dog get better?
  • What is her quality of life?
Cassie & me on our last camping trip at Garden of the Gods State Park in Southern Illinois 3/23/15.

Cassie & me on our last camping trip at Garden of the Gods State Park in Southern Illinois 3/23/15.

Sometimes it’s obvious; the dog no longer enjoys anything; is not eating; and is in pain. Sometimes it’s not. Cassie’s last few days involved many of these questions. She still enjoyed eating, especially Mitch’s cooking and turkey heart treats.

She continued to deteriorate day by day. As of May 5th, Cassie couldn’t stand, even with the assistance of a sling and harness. As Mitch and I tried to ‘walk’ her over the grass, one supporting her rear with a sling and the other holding the harness to support her front, trying to get her to pee, her paws knuckled under her and she dragged them along, slanting hard to the left, a condition caused by a brain tumor. As we struggled to position her to eliminate, we both knew it was time to let her go.

As I drove Cassie to the vet, she lay sideways on the passenger seat with the back of the seat as flat as possible, the only position she could tolerate, and I kept questioning our decision. Should I give her another day or two? Maybe the drugs will have some effect if I give them more time. But we had already given them many days to work, and they hadn’t. She had only gotten worse.

I had a paralyzed dog before I got Cassie, could I handle it again? ‘No’, I decided. I had learned how difficult living with a paralyzed dog had been, and Cassie condition was worse than paralysis. It caused stress for both Mitch and I, with her panting in the middle of the night, waking us up to go potty, only to find her unable to go. Cassie had been a Velcro dog, following me from room to room, now she could no longer follow me and this stressed her. Her only enjoyment was eating.

Our vet showed tremendous kindness and consideration. She had been with Cassie through a lot, first coonhound paralysis at the age of three, then Chronic Lymphocytic Leukemia (CLL) starting at the age of eight, followed by arthritis, at ten years old, and now a brain tumor. Through it all Cassie remained happy and energetic, sometimes seemingly too energetic.

First Dr. Barcus installed a catheter in Cassie’s front leg, and then they brought her back to Mitch and me and laid her on a red blanket on top of a floor mat. As Mitch settled her down, I went to pay for the procedure. When I returned, he had propped her into a sitting position, watching me through the glass windows as I approached. How could she smile at me! Did she know what was about to happen, smiling only moments before dying? That smile will stay with me always. Maybe she knew and was okay with it. I can only hope.

We petted Cassie and gave her treats as we said our goodbyes. I gave her a kiss on the head and a hug. Then Dr. Barcus injected a tiny amount of salt water to test the catheter, then gave the narcotic and the overdose. Cassie laid her head down and went very peacefully. Her heart stopped within seconds of receiving the overdose. Mitch and I stayed with her for a few minutes, petting her as she passed.

For days as we discussed if it was time to put Cassie down, I had said I wanted her buried in our backyard, along with our last dog, Kaylee. The vet said technically it was illegal, but wouldn’t stop us. But when the day came, I decided at the last moment to get her cremated. Mainly since the appointment occurred during the middle of the day, and I would need to return home and lay her body on the garage floor as I returned to work, only to bury her around six hours later, during which her body might begin to smell in warm, damp weather.

Once Mitch and I left the vet in our separate cars to return to work, a sense of relief washed over me. The decision to put her down had been hard, but it felt right. Cremation also felt right. I found this poem written in 1925 by Ben Hur Lampman, on my work computer stored under Cassie and saved in 2009. I’m not sure why I saved it then, or what made me stumble over it on the day she died, but it rings very true http://www.thedogplace.org/PROSE/Where-To-Bury-A-Dog_Lampman-1925.asp

So, goodbye to the “most beautiful dog in the world,” someone said as I walked Cassie home from work a few years ago. She was definitely the prettiest dog I ever owned, and many people agreed. At least I still have Buffy and Chipper to keep me company through our daily routine of walks around the neighborhood.

Is it Time to say Goodbye?

Cassie being guided in her harness and sling.

Cassie being guided in her harness and sling.

My good friend and work partner for the past 11 ½ years, Cassie, can no longer walk. She leans hard to the left and falls down if she can’t manage to get her left rear leg under her. This morning she couldn’t walk more than a few steps with a tremendous amount of assistance, while yesterday she managed to walk around the block as long as my husband, Mitch, supported her with a harness and sling.

“I think it may be time to put her down,” Mitch said this morning after having a poor night’s rest from taking her out several times.

“I know.” The tears stung my eyes as the hope from her staggered gait yesterday drained away. Cassie has a brain tumor, causing her unsteadiness with walking, unfortunately, first diagnosed as arthritis in opposite legs. We doubled her prednisone level based on her vet, and a neurologist’s recommendations, which might temporarily shrink the tumor and give Cassie greater mobility for possibly a few months. But that was 2 ½ days ago, when she could walk.

“Call the vet and ask her if we should put her down or if there’s a chance that the prednisone may still help,” Mitch said.

The vet said that a brain tumor shouldn’t cause her to deteriorate so quickly. Leaning to one side is a classic symptom of vestibular disease http://web-dvm.net/vestibularsyndrome.html . She recommended over the counter Meclizine for motion sickness, which might help within 3 – 5 days.

Cassie hard at work cleaning the pots. The t-shirt was to prevent Chipper from licking her sebaceous cyst.

Cassie hard at work cleaning the pots. The t-shirt was to prevent Chipper from licking her sebaceous cyst.

A ray of hope! I’ll keep my fingers crossed that the Meclizine helps, since as of today, her condition is looking very bleak, except for eating. She’s still very enthusiastic for meals and treats. When she loses her appetite, we’ll know it’s time.

Mitch comforting Cassie

Mitch comforting Cassie