Goodbye My friend
Rest in Peace My Friend
Unfortunately yesterday we lost our dear sweet Tritan to a short battle with Cancer.
For any of those who had the pleasure of meeting Tritan you know he will be sorely missed.
Right before the last dog show in May, Tritan’s eye was looking funny and the third eyelid was high and red. I thought to myself that it must be an eye infection and I took him to the vet. The vet confirmed….conjunctivitis (pink eye). He gave me steroids for the eye.
After about 5 days, the swelling was not going down and the eye still red. I called that vet and told him, he said to keep using the steroid, and I told him “I do not want to keep putting steroids in his eye if it will not help”.
He said unfortunately he could not see me and referred me to the McCrumbs (Animal Hospital).
Around this time, Tritan had also developed mucus, the same night I had called the first vet, and there was a tinge of pink blood in the mucus. He also had a very raspy way of breathing.
The next day when I brought Tritan in, the vet had given me 2 weeks worth of antibiotics as well as some drops for his eye….it didn’t help.
On Thursday, Tritan came downstairs and was stumbling all over. I said “Trity, Trity, what is wrong?....DOWN!” at this point, Tritan fell onto his side, and I became worried. At the time, I didn’t think it was a seizure, but I knew something was up.
I called the first vet and he told me there was nothing more that he can do for my dog and referred me to a neurological centre downstate. This neurological centre was $135 just for a consult, $2000-$2500 for an MRI and up to $10,000 for surgery (I don’t know about any of you, but I certainly don’t have that kind of money lying around). We didn’t end up going there, but we went and saw Dr. Ken McCrumb instead.
After taking a look at Tritan, Dr. McCrumb felt right away that Tritan had a tumor behind his eye. He did some blood work and sent it off. Later that day, my worst fears were confirmed. Tritan had a calcium level of 13. Where 12 is considered a high normal. The next day we brought Tritan in for more bloodwork (we still do not have the results). On Saturday, Tritan had another seizure….this time he was stiff for approx 2 min. I called the first vet we saw; he again refused me and told me to go downstate. I attempted to get a hold of the 2nd vet and unfortunately, no one was home.
On Sunday, Tritan was still active; he looked as if he was picking up a little.
All this time, Tritan was still eating and drinking and was still going to the bathroom on his own, and was still active.
I believe he may have had multiple seizures that I did not see throughout this weekend. I kept him in his crate most of this time as I was at first worried about wobbler’s disease (a spinal cord disease).
I called the vet (McCrumb) that night and I told him of this…he said for me to come in on Monday.
On Monday, Tritan was still active in the morning. He ate about a cup of food and we went to the vet. The vet gave Trity some steroids and antibiotics, but they did not help. After we saw the vet that afternoon, I took him with me to my Thessalon appointment. At my appointment, He was stumbling more, refused to pee, drank a LOT of water and wouldn’t lie down. On the way home, Tritan took a turn for the worst. I think he had another attack while on the way to SSM. When I got to group, I jumped out and shouted at one of my clients to bring me water. Tritan refused it and was stumbling around, when he then lost his balance and began to fall. I caught him, and the tears just fell.
I put Tritan back into the car and unfortunately had to cancel group. I took Tritan home and put him in his crate (at this time, he was still walking).
After Sheldon came home, I had him take Tritan outside to pee. When he got Tritan out there, Tritan just laid down, and couldn’t get back up…I stayed outside with him for over an hour calling vets and his breeder. Trying to figure out what to do next. I gave him pedialyte to try and help him perk up…nothing.
I was advised to wait it out till morning. I was also told that I could put him on an IV, but that was not an option for us. If Tritan was dying, he wasn’t going to do it alone I said.
That night, Tritan ate a couple bites of white rice and chicken broth but would not drink and could not stand to pee. I even tried holding him up and coaxing him to, but nothing. He was shaking and his tongue was hanging out of his mouth. His eyes were looking at me, pleading to help him. I even played “I gotcha toes!” with him, one of his favorite games. He loved it, but got so excited; it took me a while to settle him down again.
Later on that night after everyone went to bed, things got really bad. I had been giving him pedialyte and spraying water in his mouth often. Tritan was having a hard time breathing and I had to keep a fan on him. Then around 2:30 his tongue turned black. I panicked, called the vet and was instructed to keep the tongue wet and put cold wet towels on him every ½ hour. I mixed the pedialyte and water together and was up till around 5 or 5:30 with him spraying the water in his mouth. Tritan was responsive during this whole time…he could still see, hear and feel me.
Around 5 or 5:30 exhaustion took its toll on me and I laid down not far from him, where I could still hear him and get to him quickly if needed and I stayed asleep till around 8.
I got up, saw that Tritan was no better and carried him to the car…we were on the last journey he would ever have.
Once I got to the vet, the vet saw the state Tritan was in…brought him in for x-rays and took more blood.
Tritan’s calcium count went to 16. And when diluted, 25. He had also lost about 5 lbs since Thursday. After developed, the vet brought in the x-ray and put it on the light. He pointed out that there were a few “suspicious” spots on his lungs. I then remembered what I had read about lymphoma (a type of cancer that attacks the lymphnodes). It said that tumors in the lungs can press against the esophagus which causes difficulty breathing.
After seeing the current state Tritan was in at this time and what his calcium level had skyrocketed to, and the short time frame he was deteriorating in, it wasn’t long before I had decided that he would not be coming home with me ever again.
I left Tritan at the vet and picked up Sheldon from work. We then crossed back over, and waited with Tritan. I had my head on his side, his head against my body and Sheldon was over his side/hind quarters (Sheldon always gets the crappy end haha). Tritan went very quickly…we stayed with him a while longer saying our goodbyes.
We will be having Tritan cremated. But it still doesn’t feel real.
Tritan was such a lovely, hyper, active dog. He was SO intelligent, so special, and had so much drive. It isn’t fair that we lost him, but at least he is no longer in pain, and at least his last moments were at home, with his fur brothers and sister and his human sister and of course, mommy and daddy.
Tritan was the kind of dog you only come across every now and then. For a Weimaraner, he was extremely easy to train, and if his mommy told him to do something and another dog was bugging him, he’d get mad as if to say “Listen! MY mommy wants me! Bugger off!”
We were just starting harder obedience with him, and I had made arrangements to get a bow and arrow combo from Perry’s gun so that I could start his training on bird dogs.
I will miss how he always pranced when he was happy to see someone, and how he would almost EXPLODE if you didn’t pet him or pay attention to him.
I will miss his big goofy grin he always had. His speed, his beauty, everything.
Especially his teleporting abilities (when he would jump on your and be across the yard before you could correct him). His flaily paws that I hated so much (when he jumped on you, you got a paw across the face). And when we finally got rid of the jumping problem, when he would run a straight line to you at 100mph (no, not really, but it sure seemed it!!) and sit down as soon as he got there (it sure scared a few people haha).
I will miss how he would scream and bark as soon as I got home, how excited it would make him.
I will even miss how he would suck on all of Mercedes teddy bears (boy that sure got her really mad). I will miss how when Mercedes would call him like her mommy would he would listen to her, and how nicely he lay in her toy room with him while she played tea (or even when she was feeding him play-dough).
I will even miss how when all the dogs were laying on the floor, Mercedes could go up to Tritan and rest her head on him without him even flinching.
I will miss how he would wrap his head around my body as if to give me a hug, and the way he loved to cuddle (his front half on the bed and his hind end on the ground).
He was also a protective dog, protective of Mercedes and of me. If I was walking him late at night and he saw someone doing something suspicious, he would back himself up against me and start a low growling and he had a deep beautiful bark. He would tell them “you stay away from my mommy you”. But during the day, he was the happiest boy around, always willing to say hello to anyone and everyone.
He had just finally learned Hades “hup” trick, and it was funny to watch such a big dog tuck himself all up to jump over my leg.
Basically, Trity was a special dog; we will miss everything about him. We used to call him “Trite, Trity, Trite, Trite, the littlest puppy of them all ( he was so tiny when we got him, we could put a Chihuahua sweater on him), Tritan the Terrorist, Pretty boy, Bird Brain, Big ears, and of course “moose”.
We didn’t have Tritan long, but in the year and a ½ that we had him, he definitely blessed our lives, and we definitely have to thank Dave and Liette Fadden (Stonepoint Weims) for giving us that opportunity to share our lives with him. We hope that when the time is right and we are ready, we can again get another Weim from them…not to replace Tritan, as he could NEVER be replaced, but to fill that space in our hearts and in our home.
His breeders are amazing, they were always helpful and patient and kind and kept in touch often (not to mention, they had a genuine concern for us and our dogs)….good breeders like them are hard to find. I personally wouldn’t go anywhere else for a Weimaraner.
It was hard to come home yesterday and see Tritan’s empty bed….to see the evidence of his last sucking on Mercedes teddy bears, and for all the dogs being quiet.
I am happy I did do video footage of Tritan’s puppy training, and that I have so many pictures of him.
He will be missed, and there won’t be a day that goes by without us thinking of him…
Good bye my friend...
May heaven be full of HUGE fields that you can run for hours and tons of birds that you can chase. Say hello to Ciera, Sieka, Buddy and Diesal for me. Let them know that their mommy loves them and that she misses all of you every single day.
Unfortunately yesterday we lost our dear sweet Tritan to a short battle with Cancer.
For any of those who had the pleasure of meeting Tritan you know he will be sorely missed.
Right before the last dog show in May, Tritan’s eye was looking funny and the third eyelid was high and red. I thought to myself that it must be an eye infection and I took him to the vet. The vet confirmed….conjunctivitis (pink eye). He gave me steroids for the eye.
After about 5 days, the swelling was not going down and the eye still red. I called that vet and told him, he said to keep using the steroid, and I told him “I do not want to keep putting steroids in his eye if it will not help”.
He said unfortunately he could not see me and referred me to the McCrumbs (Animal Hospital).
Around this time, Tritan had also developed mucus, the same night I had called the first vet, and there was a tinge of pink blood in the mucus. He also had a very raspy way of breathing.
The next day when I brought Tritan in, the vet had given me 2 weeks worth of antibiotics as well as some drops for his eye….it didn’t help.
On Thursday, Tritan came downstairs and was stumbling all over. I said “Trity, Trity, what is wrong?....DOWN!” at this point, Tritan fell onto his side, and I became worried. At the time, I didn’t think it was a seizure, but I knew something was up.
I called the first vet and he told me there was nothing more that he can do for my dog and referred me to a neurological centre downstate. This neurological centre was $135 just for a consult, $2000-$2500 for an MRI and up to $10,000 for surgery (I don’t know about any of you, but I certainly don’t have that kind of money lying around). We didn’t end up going there, but we went and saw Dr. Ken McCrumb instead.
After taking a look at Tritan, Dr. McCrumb felt right away that Tritan had a tumor behind his eye. He did some blood work and sent it off. Later that day, my worst fears were confirmed. Tritan had a calcium level of 13. Where 12 is considered a high normal. The next day we brought Tritan in for more bloodwork (we still do not have the results). On Saturday, Tritan had another seizure….this time he was stiff for approx 2 min. I called the first vet we saw; he again refused me and told me to go downstate. I attempted to get a hold of the 2nd vet and unfortunately, no one was home.
On Sunday, Tritan was still active; he looked as if he was picking up a little.
All this time, Tritan was still eating and drinking and was still going to the bathroom on his own, and was still active.
I believe he may have had multiple seizures that I did not see throughout this weekend. I kept him in his crate most of this time as I was at first worried about wobbler’s disease (a spinal cord disease).
I called the vet (McCrumb) that night and I told him of this…he said for me to come in on Monday.
On Monday, Tritan was still active in the morning. He ate about a cup of food and we went to the vet. The vet gave Trity some steroids and antibiotics, but they did not help. After we saw the vet that afternoon, I took him with me to my Thessalon appointment. At my appointment, He was stumbling more, refused to pee, drank a LOT of water and wouldn’t lie down. On the way home, Tritan took a turn for the worst. I think he had another attack while on the way to SSM. When I got to group, I jumped out and shouted at one of my clients to bring me water. Tritan refused it and was stumbling around, when he then lost his balance and began to fall. I caught him, and the tears just fell.
I put Tritan back into the car and unfortunately had to cancel group. I took Tritan home and put him in his crate (at this time, he was still walking).
After Sheldon came home, I had him take Tritan outside to pee. When he got Tritan out there, Tritan just laid down, and couldn’t get back up…I stayed outside with him for over an hour calling vets and his breeder. Trying to figure out what to do next. I gave him pedialyte to try and help him perk up…nothing.
I was advised to wait it out till morning. I was also told that I could put him on an IV, but that was not an option for us. If Tritan was dying, he wasn’t going to do it alone I said.
That night, Tritan ate a couple bites of white rice and chicken broth but would not drink and could not stand to pee. I even tried holding him up and coaxing him to, but nothing. He was shaking and his tongue was hanging out of his mouth. His eyes were looking at me, pleading to help him. I even played “I gotcha toes!” with him, one of his favorite games. He loved it, but got so excited; it took me a while to settle him down again.
Later on that night after everyone went to bed, things got really bad. I had been giving him pedialyte and spraying water in his mouth often. Tritan was having a hard time breathing and I had to keep a fan on him. Then around 2:30 his tongue turned black. I panicked, called the vet and was instructed to keep the tongue wet and put cold wet towels on him every ½ hour. I mixed the pedialyte and water together and was up till around 5 or 5:30 with him spraying the water in his mouth. Tritan was responsive during this whole time…he could still see, hear and feel me.
Around 5 or 5:30 exhaustion took its toll on me and I laid down not far from him, where I could still hear him and get to him quickly if needed and I stayed asleep till around 8.
I got up, saw that Tritan was no better and carried him to the car…we were on the last journey he would ever have.
Once I got to the vet, the vet saw the state Tritan was in…brought him in for x-rays and took more blood.
Tritan’s calcium count went to 16. And when diluted, 25. He had also lost about 5 lbs since Thursday. After developed, the vet brought in the x-ray and put it on the light. He pointed out that there were a few “suspicious” spots on his lungs. I then remembered what I had read about lymphoma (a type of cancer that attacks the lymphnodes). It said that tumors in the lungs can press against the esophagus which causes difficulty breathing.
After seeing the current state Tritan was in at this time and what his calcium level had skyrocketed to, and the short time frame he was deteriorating in, it wasn’t long before I had decided that he would not be coming home with me ever again.
I left Tritan at the vet and picked up Sheldon from work. We then crossed back over, and waited with Tritan. I had my head on his side, his head against my body and Sheldon was over his side/hind quarters (Sheldon always gets the crappy end haha). Tritan went very quickly…we stayed with him a while longer saying our goodbyes.
We will be having Tritan cremated. But it still doesn’t feel real.
Tritan was such a lovely, hyper, active dog. He was SO intelligent, so special, and had so much drive. It isn’t fair that we lost him, but at least he is no longer in pain, and at least his last moments were at home, with his fur brothers and sister and his human sister and of course, mommy and daddy.
Tritan was the kind of dog you only come across every now and then. For a Weimaraner, he was extremely easy to train, and if his mommy told him to do something and another dog was bugging him, he’d get mad as if to say “Listen! MY mommy wants me! Bugger off!”
We were just starting harder obedience with him, and I had made arrangements to get a bow and arrow combo from Perry’s gun so that I could start his training on bird dogs.
I will miss how he always pranced when he was happy to see someone, and how he would almost EXPLODE if you didn’t pet him or pay attention to him.
I will miss his big goofy grin he always had. His speed, his beauty, everything.
Especially his teleporting abilities (when he would jump on your and be across the yard before you could correct him). His flaily paws that I hated so much (when he jumped on you, you got a paw across the face). And when we finally got rid of the jumping problem, when he would run a straight line to you at 100mph (no, not really, but it sure seemed it!!) and sit down as soon as he got there (it sure scared a few people haha).
I will miss how he would scream and bark as soon as I got home, how excited it would make him.
I will even miss how he would suck on all of Mercedes teddy bears (boy that sure got her really mad). I will miss how when Mercedes would call him like her mommy would he would listen to her, and how nicely he lay in her toy room with him while she played tea (or even when she was feeding him play-dough).
I will even miss how when all the dogs were laying on the floor, Mercedes could go up to Tritan and rest her head on him without him even flinching.
I will miss how he would wrap his head around my body as if to give me a hug, and the way he loved to cuddle (his front half on the bed and his hind end on the ground).
He was also a protective dog, protective of Mercedes and of me. If I was walking him late at night and he saw someone doing something suspicious, he would back himself up against me and start a low growling and he had a deep beautiful bark. He would tell them “you stay away from my mommy you”. But during the day, he was the happiest boy around, always willing to say hello to anyone and everyone.
He had just finally learned Hades “hup” trick, and it was funny to watch such a big dog tuck himself all up to jump over my leg.
Basically, Trity was a special dog; we will miss everything about him. We used to call him “Trite, Trity, Trite, Trite, the littlest puppy of them all ( he was so tiny when we got him, we could put a Chihuahua sweater on him), Tritan the Terrorist, Pretty boy, Bird Brain, Big ears, and of course “moose”.
We didn’t have Tritan long, but in the year and a ½ that we had him, he definitely blessed our lives, and we definitely have to thank Dave and Liette Fadden (Stonepoint Weims) for giving us that opportunity to share our lives with him. We hope that when the time is right and we are ready, we can again get another Weim from them…not to replace Tritan, as he could NEVER be replaced, but to fill that space in our hearts and in our home.
His breeders are amazing, they were always helpful and patient and kind and kept in touch often (not to mention, they had a genuine concern for us and our dogs)….good breeders like them are hard to find. I personally wouldn’t go anywhere else for a Weimaraner.
It was hard to come home yesterday and see Tritan’s empty bed….to see the evidence of his last sucking on Mercedes teddy bears, and for all the dogs being quiet.
I am happy I did do video footage of Tritan’s puppy training, and that I have so many pictures of him.
He will be missed, and there won’t be a day that goes by without us thinking of him…
Good bye my friend...
May heaven be full of HUGE fields that you can run for hours and tons of birds that you can chase. Say hello to Ciera, Sieka, Buddy and Diesal for me. Let them know that their mommy loves them and that she misses all of you every single day.