I just learned that my male dachshund, Strudel, has an enlarged heart and fluid around his heart. He is on lasix for the fluid, but the vet says to "be prepared."
I'm having a very difficult time. I'm taking him to a different vet that provides alternative therapies and also to a cardiologist. I won't let him suffer but want to do all I can for him.
I got Stru when he was five, and he is my world. I can't imagine life without him. I guess I want to ask if anyone has any suggestions for supplements or treatments that might help him. Again, I won't let him suffer, but I want to keep him with me as long as I can.
Thank you for your willingness to pray for Strudel. I definitely am praying and have requested friends to pray. He is 14 or 15. I got him when he was five from someone who couldn't take care of him any longer. He had been put outside and was somewhat neglected. We bonded immediately and have loved each other ever since.
Oh, I'm so sorry to hear this...I have no advice since I've never dealt with that before, but you will definitely be in our thoughts. I hope you are able to do all you can for him and just know you had a huge support group here.
Dear Dwayne, I too will keep you and Strudel in my thoughts and prayers. We've just resuced a senior citizen doxie we've named Grannie and she may be as old as 15.
This is the curse of a long-lived dog breed. We are fortunate enough to have them enriching our lives for such a long long time but this makes it even harder to when they reach the end of their days.
No doubt Strudel knows how much you are doing for him and that you will not give up the fight easily. He will, undoubtedly, let you know when he has had enough. Until them love him as he has loved you and know that there are many many people here on the Hotdog Blog that are pulling and praying for you and Strudel.
Love, Auntie and the Doxhoonts l-r Brownie Annabel and Grannie
Posted on: 2007/9/6 18:58
I talk to him when I'm lonesome like; and I'm sure he understands. When he looks at me so attentively, and gently licks my hands; then he rubs his nose on my tailored clothes, but I never say naught thereat. For the good Lord knows I can buy more clothes, but never a friend like that. ~W. Dayton Wedgefarth