I’ll spare the details.
But last week my dog collapsed. He spent a night at the vet’s on an IV, catheter, and got some treatment.
Diagnosis: Addison’s Disease. Adrenal glands stop doing whatever it is that adrenal glands do. (people tell me JFK had it, for what that’s worth)
Prognosis: Not bad. Treat with a daily dose of prednizone (cotisone) and they can be happy.
Anyway, this whole weekend. . .my dog – who was 9 – was acting like he was 3 again. Crazy, active, attentive, barky.
Last night, he collapses again at 2:30. Just like Tuesday, pale gums, couldn’t walk. Options, as I saw them:
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Take him to the ER. Get him pumped full of meds again. Pay through the nose. Maybe go through it again in a week.
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Wait and see. If he’s better by 9:00am, we’ll take him to our vet when he opens.
Well, we went with (2) and by 5:30, it was clear he was dying. He gave up the biscuit at 6:30. It was a little rough, but I figure if he only had 4 natural hours left, it would have been artificial to keep him going.
Addison’s is a tricky diagnosis, apparently. It’s pretty rare, for one, so the vet doesn’t naturally go there. The early signs can just be weakness in the hind quarters, and stomach problems and lethargy – all stuff that I just figured, “ah, he’d getting old”. The late signs can look like kidney failure. I’d never heard of it.
He was a good dog. He was the first dog I got on my own, and I’ve had him almost the entire time I’ve been in Baltimore. He packed enough living for 4 dogs into his 9 years. We feel good about it though. We took one shot with keeping him going, but didn’t string it out, and he had a great last couple of days.