My poor doggy Suzie has cancer. The vet says she will die but can’t say when. I am very sad about this, and I am seeking some solace and advice.
Advice first:
She no longer eats enough and has lost weight. I have been able to get her to eat a little by frying ground pork or beef. She will not eat boiled chicken. Do you have any advice for getting her to eat?
I will eventually have to put her to sleep. My plan is to wait until she no longer wants to walk with me and my wife. Does this seem reasonable?
She is horrified by the vet. Sadly I will have to put her to sleep eventually. There is a vet that makes house calls, but it’s a male, and Suzie has issues with men.
My wife says we should just take her to the vet, I think we should get the guy that makes house calls.
Solace:
I know I am supposed to provide some pictures so here you go.
In order to try to make this vaguely interesting here are some funny things about her.
She got her name either from a character from a Frank Zappa album (Suzie Cream
cheese) or a radio disk jockey (Suzie the Floozy).
I found her a week or two after the Olympics in Atlanta. I was cycling to work; she jumped out from behind a fire hydrant and chased me down the street. Although she see’s my wife and I on bicycles nearly every day and I have tried to stop it she still chases bicycles.
My house had just been burglarized so I threw her over my fence and went to work. She had puppy mange and so I had no idea how furry she would become.
When she was younger she was a bit of an escape artist but once she got out she would not go anywhere. Generally she would run around the house and wait for us to come home. When we bought our first house she escaped from our yard and walked to the place we use to rent (it was only a few blocks) and waited on the front porch.
She has always been pretty ferocious with strangers esp. men. But she has never bitten anyone except my brother in law. She was in the yard of my Dad’s house (I can’t remember why) and while we were away BIL (whom she had never met) decided it would be a good idea to climb over the fence into the yard. Suzie disagreed.
While we lived in Atlanta there were several boy dogs she really liked. Two in particular really got her worked up. They were rescued whippets. When we rented, we lived in an upstairs apartment, and numerous times she would realize they were being walked on the street although they had made no noise. It was really uncanny.