Piekka
Piekka is my dog. He is sick. I have not been able to even write about it, maybe sort of trying to keep things from becoming final... but he is really really bad.
He does not want to move, he seems unable to move properly - he does not bark, just emits weird and weak sounds sometimes - he eats slowly and does not polish his plate. He has been examined (x-rays, ultra-sound) and tested (blood-tests, various types and several times) and has pain-killers and antibiotics; next they will try cortisone. They have no diagnose, just stuff they have excluded. It still could be some fierce infection, and pray it is! for otherwise nothing remains but to think it is a tumor of the brain.
The terrible thing - and the thing that made me take the dog instantly to the vet few weeks ago - is how he has changed. His nick-name is "Bouncy" (Poukka). He is capable of doing three hour walks - where he runs and jumps at last three times the amount I do. And he is strong, my! When I hear him coming stomping in the woods! He's ever alert, barks the squirrels and cats and strange dogs and even some human passers-by that seem funny to him - and he senses them while inside the house and seemingly asleep. And when peeps arrive! And when he hears the sounds of food! on the make, being eaten - doesn't matter, he is suddenly there, all your best friend. He'll move his ears and wag his tail EVERY time I talk to him - and often when I talk ABOUT him. But suddenly he did not want to walk - or did not care about what happened and who came and that I gave him a plate to lick... it is a bit like having a dear aged relative loose their personality through dementia.
He has been a bit better since they started the strong antibiotics. And today, when my grandkids came, he even walked with us a very short round in the park next door, running after the sticks. Well, sort of running. But doing more than he has for a week.
I've been whispering to his ear for over
a week, please Piekka, come back, come back from wherever you now are, come back and be my dog... So I pray he'll mend and regain his bouncy strength and walk me three times a day for some long years to come.
He does not want to move, he seems unable to move properly - he does not bark, just emits weird and weak sounds sometimes - he eats slowly and does not polish his plate. He has been examined (x-rays, ultra-sound) and tested (blood-tests, various types and several times) and has pain-killers and antibiotics; next they will try cortisone. They have no diagnose, just stuff they have excluded. It still could be some fierce infection, and pray it is! for otherwise nothing remains but to think it is a tumor of the brain.
The terrible thing - and the thing that made me take the dog instantly to the vet few weeks ago - is how he has changed. His nick-name is "Bouncy" (Poukka). He is capable of doing three hour walks - where he runs and jumps at last three times the amount I do. And he is strong, my! When I hear him coming stomping in the woods! He's ever alert, barks the squirrels and cats and strange dogs and even some human passers-by that seem funny to him - and he senses them while inside the house and seemingly asleep. And when peeps arrive! And when he hears the sounds of food! on the make, being eaten - doesn't matter, he is suddenly there, all your best friend. He'll move his ears and wag his tail EVERY time I talk to him - and often when I talk ABOUT him. But suddenly he did not want to walk - or did not care about what happened and who came and that I gave him a plate to lick... it is a bit like having a dear aged relative loose their personality through dementia.
He has been a bit better since they started the strong antibiotics. And today, when my grandkids came, he even walked with us a very short round in the park next door, running after the sticks. Well, sort of running. But doing more than he has for a week.
I've been whispering to his ear for over
a week, please Piekka, come back, come back from wherever you now are, come back and be my dog... So I pray he'll mend and regain his bouncy strength and walk me three times a day for some long years to come.