Good news/Bad news
Always seems to come together, right? I always ask for the bad news first. I prefer leaving the conversation on a positive note.
So, the bad news is that Wonton's revival was short lived. Mom is having the same problems with her that we had here at home. Mom has purchased a warming bed and hopes that will help a bit. But her vet, who she discussed the situation with, pondered out loud if we were dealing with a neurological condition. (After some research I found information on a condition called Degenerative Myelopathy which sounds like Wonton. It's just impossible to tell without $$$$ in tests which none of us have.) Mom is taking her in and will see if there's anything her vet feels can be done.
In the meantime, we began looking for another dog. We went into it with the thought that Wonton may at some point come home. So, we looked for a younger dog (around a year) who was a bit more energetic, liked to play and was okay with dogs, cats and kids. And I preferred short hair. And we wanted a medium sized dog. *grins* We weren't being too picky, were we?
Rachel and I began to make a round of the local shelters. The next day we brought Mike back to one of the shelters to meet some dogs. After meeting a few different dogs, we decided to begin a "courtship" with Sasser: http://www.petfinder.com/petnote/displaypet.cgi?petid=13643712 If you get a chance, look at the close-up of the face. :)
After conducting a cat test and spending some more time with her, we decided that Sasser was the one. We put in an application and were accepted. We bring her home on Monday.
So, it's a bittersweet time. Mom is willing to work with Wonton until it's no longer practical for a 63 year old woman to haul a 55 pound dog outside. I am insistent that I be there when it is time to euthanize her. I'm sad that things aren't going better for her - I had such high hopes when we first brought her to Mom's house. And I do feel a little disloyal that we've moved on with bringing another animal into the house. At the same time, I'm thrilled at the thought of having a dog that likes to walk and run and play with us. I'm looking forward to training her and being her forever home.
Did I mention I put in an application to volunteer at the shelter? In for a penny... :)
So, the bad news is that Wonton's revival was short lived. Mom is having the same problems with her that we had here at home. Mom has purchased a warming bed and hopes that will help a bit. But her vet, who she discussed the situation with, pondered out loud if we were dealing with a neurological condition. (After some research I found information on a condition called Degenerative Myelopathy which sounds like Wonton. It's just impossible to tell without $$$$ in tests which none of us have.) Mom is taking her in and will see if there's anything her vet feels can be done.
In the meantime, we began looking for another dog. We went into it with the thought that Wonton may at some point come home. So, we looked for a younger dog (around a year) who was a bit more energetic, liked to play and was okay with dogs, cats and kids. And I preferred short hair. And we wanted a medium sized dog. *grins* We weren't being too picky, were we?
Rachel and I began to make a round of the local shelters. The next day we brought Mike back to one of the shelters to meet some dogs. After meeting a few different dogs, we decided to begin a "courtship" with Sasser: http://www.petfinder.com/petnote/displaypet.cgi?petid=13643712 If you get a chance, look at the close-up of the face. :)
After conducting a cat test and spending some more time with her, we decided that Sasser was the one. We put in an application and were accepted. We bring her home on Monday.
So, it's a bittersweet time. Mom is willing to work with Wonton until it's no longer practical for a 63 year old woman to haul a 55 pound dog outside. I am insistent that I be there when it is time to euthanize her. I'm sad that things aren't going better for her - I had such high hopes when we first brought her to Mom's house. And I do feel a little disloyal that we've moved on with bringing another animal into the house. At the same time, I'm thrilled at the thought of having a dog that likes to walk and run and play with us. I'm looking forward to training her and being her forever home.
Did I mention I put in an application to volunteer at the shelter? In for a penny... :)