Sorry buddy. I've been there and it sucks. My second dog is 15 so it won't be long until I go through it again. I try to enjoy every moment with her.
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I honestly don't know. Sophie was an akita/chow/something else mix so maybe somewhere in there was a genetic link. Our vet couldn't say what caused it. She was a helluva watchdog and our family still misses her going on 18 months later. Is it getting dusty in here?Is it a genetic predisposition?
Is it a genetic predisposition?
Cincy I feel your pain in the words you have wrote and I am so sorry. I pray for you and the little fellow in many of the photo's. I also will pray for the Duke in the name of Jesus Christ. God BlessIf you've read my posts over the years, you probably recognize them from the avatar of my dog, Duke. I bought Duke the summer after law school, deciding I'd rather raise a puppy than study for the bar. Unemployed and waiting for bar results, I was able to spend every day of those 4 months training him and watching him grow. He was always so eager to please, listened without hesitation, and lived to "work."
7.5 years later, a routine vet appointment revealed he had rapidly gained 15 lbs and an xray of his abdomen showed a significant growth. We prepared ourselves for the worst, but the tumor appeared to only be attached to the spleen and hadn't spread. We had it removed last week and sent for a biopsy, with the vet feeling optimistic it wasn't cancer. I've been out of town all week at a convention, so my wife waited until I was done with that tonight to let me know she'd learned tuesday morning it was the worst case. Duke has hemangiosarcoma, and has been given 3-6 months to live. While I appreciate that we'll have time to say goodbye, every minute will be equally cherished and painful. So, I'm now sitting in some stupid hotel in St. Louis crying like a child and wondering if I'll sleep before my flight in 6 hours, typing this as some hopeful form of catharsis.
If anyone would like to see more of Duke and the life he's had, you can check it out here: https://www.instagram.com/duke.and.liberty.the.sheps/ . My wife loves our dogs, photography and the outdoors, so she created that account to combine those interests a couple years back. With almost 27,000 followers, Duke is a bit of an internet celeb as pets go. But mostly he was just my friend, and I'm heartbroken.
If you've read my posts over the years, you probably recognize them from the avatar of my dog, Duke. I bought Duke the summer after law school, deciding I'd rather raise a puppy than study for the bar. Unemployed and waiting for bar results, I was able to spend every day of those 4 months training him and watching him grow. He was always so eager to please, listened without hesitation, and lived to "work."
7.5 years later, a routine vet appointment revealed he had rapidly gained 15 lbs and an xray of his abdomen showed a significant growth. We prepared ourselves for the worst, but the tumor appeared to only be attached to the spleen and hadn't spread. We had it removed last week and sent for a biopsy, with the vet feeling optimistic it wasn't cancer. I've been out of town all week at a convention, so my wife waited until I was done with that tonight to let me know she'd learned tuesday morning it was the worst case. Duke has hemangiosarcoma, and has been given 3-6 months to live. While I appreciate that we'll have time to say goodbye, every minute will be equally cherished and painful. So, I'm now sitting in some stupid hotel in St. Louis crying like a child and wondering if I'll sleep before my flight in 6 hours, typing this as some hopeful form of catharsis.
If anyone would like to see more of Duke and the life he's had, you can check it out here: https://www.instagram.com/duke.and.liberty.the.sheps/ . My wife loves our dogs, photography and the outdoors, so she created that account to combine those interests a couple years back. With almost 27,000 followers, Duke is a bit of an internet celeb as pets go. But mostly he was just my friend, and I'm heartbroken.
So sorry for your bad news. The Goldens and the Shepherds are genetically pre-disposed to getting growths, generally after age 8, on their spleens (but they can also appear elsewhere in the torso organs). A lot of it is the “luck of the litter”. There doesn’t seem to be a correlation between parental genetics and the growths, but I’m admittedly not a DVM.From the research I've done, there is a genetic predisposition, and it is very common in German Shepherds and Golden Retrievers. I love shepherds, but they're a tough breed. You do everything you can to check that the parents hips and elbows are OHA tested, you avoid exercise before or after eating or drinking (or tack the stomach) to avoid bloat, feed them an all raw diet to avoid the harmful products in most pet foods and yet....there always seems to be another malady common to shepherds lurking around the next corner.
If you've read my posts over the years, you probably recognize them from the avatar of my dog, Duke. I bought Duke the summer after law school, deciding I'd rather raise a puppy than study for the bar. Unemployed and waiting for bar results, I was able to spend every day of those 4 months training him and watching him grow. He was always so eager to please, listened without hesitation, and lived to "work."
7.5 years later, a routine vet appointment revealed he had rapidly gained 15 lbs and an xray of his abdomen showed a significant growth. We prepared ourselves for the worst, but the tumor appeared to only be attached to the spleen and hadn't spread. We had it removed last week and sent for a biopsy, with the vet feeling optimistic it wasn't cancer. I've been out of town all week at a convention, so my wife waited until I was done with that tonight to let me know she'd learned tuesday morning it was the worst case. Duke has hemangiosarcoma, and has been given 3-6 months to live. While I appreciate that we'll have time to say goodbye, every minute will be equally cherished and painful. So, I'm now sitting in some stupid hotel in St. Louis crying like a child and wondering if I'll sleep before my flight in 6 hours, typing this as some hopeful form of catharsis.
If anyone would like to see more of Duke and the life he's had, you can check it out here: https://www.instagram.com/duke.and.liberty.the.sheps/ . My wife loves our dogs, photography and the outdoors, so she created that account to combine those interests a couple years back. With almost 27,000 followers, Duke is a bit of an internet celeb as pets go. But mostly he was just my friend, and I'm heartbroken.
If you've read my posts over the years, you probably recognize them from the avatar of my dog, Duke. I bought Duke the summer after law school, deciding I'd rather raise a puppy than study for the bar. Unemployed and waiting for bar results, I was able to spend every day of those 4 months training him and watching him grow. He was always so eager to please, listened without hesitation, and lived to "work."
7.5 years later, a routine vet appointment revealed he had rapidly gained 15 lbs and an xray of his abdomen showed a significant growth. We prepared ourselves for the worst, but the tumor appeared to only be attached to the spleen and hadn't spread. We had it removed last week and sent for a biopsy, with the vet feeling optimistic it wasn't cancer. I've been out of town all week at a convention, so my wife waited until I was done with that tonight to let me know she'd learned tuesday morning it was the worst case. Duke has hemangiosarcoma, and has been given 3-6 months to live. While I appreciate that we'll have time to say goodbye, every minute will be equally cherished and painful. So, I'm now sitting in some stupid hotel in St. Louis crying like a child and wondering if I'll sleep before my flight in 6 hours, typing this as some hopeful form of catharsis.
If anyone would like to see more of Duke and the life he's had, you can check it out here: https://www.instagram.com/duke.and.liberty.the.sheps/ . My wife loves our dogs, photography and the outdoors, so she created that account to combine those interests a couple years back. With almost 27,000 followers, Duke is a bit of an internet celeb as pets go. But mostly he was just my friend, and I'm heartbroken.
I absolutely hate this thread. Not because I hate dogs, actually the opposite. I hate that you and your wife have to suffer this pain of losing your family member and I hate that your other dog will also suffer the lose of their pack member. My heart breaks for you.
I had to put my boxer down over three years ago and it was a pain I will never forget. WHen I was in the military and in college I tended to collect dogs, but I always revoked them with family members and friends so I never had to make “that decision”. After having to do that in April of 2014, I said, “never again” and as I write this I have three dogs sleeping and farting at my feet. I am sorry for the inevitable outcome and hope you enjoy the memories you made with your pup. Your pictures on IG are great too! Thanks for giving me a distraction from work for a few minutes. It allowed me to think back on my late dog Bradshaw and think of how great a dog and family member he was I hope Bradshaw is waiting at the Rainbow Bridge for your Duke to show him around.
Yeah that made me lol, mine use to fart in his sleep. It was hilarious if he was half awake, he'd fart then pop his head up and look back at his butt to see what it was. Best part though was the occasional time when he'd jump up, spin around trying to look the he'd turn around and look at me like WHAT THE F WAS THAT!Lol at the sleeping and farting dogs. I have two Klee Kai (mini huskies) who are yelling at each other as I’m reading this thread... intermittently farting as well... less loudly of course.
Stew was a Chihuahua. My adopted pupper.
Dogs are wonderful companions, true allies. Even though it’s painful to say goodbye, I’ll always have dogs for the rest of my life.
Yeah that made me lol, mine use to fart in his sleep. It was hilarious if he was half awake, he'd fart then pop his head up and look back at his butt to see what it was. Best part though was the occasional time when he'd jump up, spin around trying to look the he'd turn around and look at me like WHAT THE F WAS THAT!
If you've read my posts over the years, you probably recognize them from the avatar of my dog, Duke. I bought Duke the summer after law school, deciding I'd rather raise a puppy than study for the bar. Unemployed and waiting for bar results, I was able to spend every day of those 4 months training him and watching him grow. He was always so eager to please, listened without hesitation, and lived to "work."
7.5 years later, a routine vet appointment revealed he had rapidly gained 15 lbs and an xray of his abdomen showed a significant growth. We prepared ourselves for the worst, but the tumor appeared to only be attached to the spleen and hadn't spread. We had it removed last week and sent for a biopsy, with the vet feeling optimistic it wasn't cancer. I've been out of town all week at a convention, so my wife waited until I was done with that tonight to let me know she'd learned tuesday morning it was the worst case. Duke has hemangiosarcoma, and has been given 3-6 months to live. While I appreciate that we'll have time to say goodbye, every minute will be equally cherished and painful. So, I'm now sitting in some stupid hotel in St. Louis crying like a child and wondering if I'll sleep before my flight in 6 hours, typing this as some hopeful form of catharsis.
If anyone would like to see more of Duke and the life he's had, you can check it out here: https://www.instagram.com/duke.and.liberty.the.sheps/ . My wife loves our dogs, photography and the outdoors, so she created that account to combine those interests a couple years back. With almost 27,000 followers, Duke is a bit of an internet celeb as pets go. But mostly he was just my friend, and I'm heartbroken.
So sorry to hear that, it's not an easy thing to go through. Had mine for almost 15 years, found him in a box under a porch when he was a pup and for the most part he never left my side. Had to put him down 3 years ago in February, it hurt like hell because for the most part he was healthy up until the last 5 months or so. Still hurts, but it gets a little better with time.
This is always good for a laugh, brings a tear to my eye too but everybody should be able to find at least one thing on here or more they can relate to when it comes to our dogs.
http://theoatmeal.com/comics/dog_paradox
So sorry to hear that, it's not an easy thing to go through. Had mine for almost 15 years, found him in a box under a porch when he was a pup and for the most part he never left my side. Had to put him down 3 years ago in February, it hurt like hell because for the most part he was healthy up until the last 5 months or so. Still hurts, but it gets a little better with time.
This is always good for a laugh, brings a tear to my eye too but everybody should be able to find at least one thing on here or more they can relate to when it comes to our dogs.
http://theoatmeal.com/comics/dog_paradox
My dog was given three months to live and I had to put her down 23 months later....it’s always nice to get that extra time. Good for you and Duke.Just thought I’d provide an update on this. It’s been 2 years and 3 months since this 3-6 month prognosis. Duke has shown no indications of lingering illness and still plays fetch every day with the excitement and energy of a puppy, not a dog about to turn 10. So I feel a bit silly for mourning his loss years ago, but I’m certainly not complaining.
Just thought I’d provide an update on this. It’s been 2 years and 3 months since this 3-6 month prognosis. Duke has shown no indications of lingering illness and still plays fetch every day with the excitement and energy of a puppy, not a dog about to turn 10. So I feel a bit silly for mourning his loss years ago, but I’m certainly not complaining.
Read Cincy's post five or six posts above this. Duke is thriving.I’m sorry to hear about the prognosis, but always enjoy hearing about the love of a dog. My first dog as an adult was also named Duke, which is the greatest dog name ever. I tell people, in the presence of my wife, that he was the love of my life. I hope you have many more great memories with your Duke before he goes away, and please spoil him however possible.
From the research I've done, there is a genetic predisposition, and it is very common in German Shepherds and Golden Retrievers. I love shepherds, but they're a tough breed. You do everything you can to check that the parents hips and elbows are OHA tested, you avoid exercise before or after eating or drinking (or tack the stomach) to avoid bloat, feed them an all raw diet to avoid the harmful products in most pet foods and yet....there always seems to be another malady common to shepherds lurking around the next corner.
That is hilarious. Sorry bout your pooch Bro.
Pro question/free advice?So sorry. As a "dog lover" & a DVM ...... I have been in that situation many times (on both sides of the fence). Neither is an easy situation. Just yesterday I was called to a home. The dog was a good friend and yep... I cried.
They say "grown men don't cry"....... well, the person who made that statement never had a great dog.
When "DUKE" gets to the other side.... tell him to look up "BROWNDOG"..... they'll be great friends.
(Browndog is in my avatar)
How long have they been buddies? Yes They know something if different. Smell of other dogs or cats. Possibly smell of the anesthetic on dog #1 breath. Most likely dog #1 is quite acting normal and dog #2 is worried about his buddy. They look after each other.Pro question/free advice?
took dog one to get teeth pulled etc today, at which oral tumor id’d.
when came home dog 2 is crazy wild. Won’t leave dog one, rapid panting, whimpering etc. does he know something? Does dog one smell different?
Feeling your sorrow Cincy. Our pets are the best! I remember reading that our pets are a BIG part of our lives... but we are THEIR WHOLE life! Enjoy the time with your best bud.If you've read my posts over the years, you probably recognize them from the avatar of my dog, Duke. I bought Duke the summer after law school, deciding I'd rather raise a puppy than study for the bar. Unemployed and waiting for bar results, I was able to spend every day of those 4 months training him and watching him grow. He was always so eager to please, listened without hesitation, and lived to "work."
7.5 years later, a routine vet appointment revealed he had rapidly gained 15 lbs and an xray of his abdomen showed a significant growth. We prepared ourselves for the worst, but the tumor appeared to only be attached to the spleen and hadn't spread. We had it removed last week and sent for a biopsy, with the vet feeling optimistic it wasn't cancer. I've been out of town all week at a convention, so my wife waited until I was done with that tonight to let me know she'd learned tuesday morning it was the worst case. Duke has hemangiosarcoma, and has been given 3-6 months to live. While I appreciate that we'll have time to say goodbye, every minute will be equally cherished and painful. So, I'm now sitting in some stupid hotel in St. Louis crying like a child and wondering if I'll sleep before my flight in 6 hours, typing this as some hopeful form of catharsis.
If anyone would like to see more of Duke and the life he's had, you can check it out here: https://www.instagram.com/duke.and.liberty.the.sheps/ . My wife loves our dogs, photography and the outdoors, so she created that account to combine those interests a couple years back. With almost 27,000 followers, Duke is a bit of an internet celeb as pets go. But mostly he was just my friend, and I'm heartbroken.