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<div dir="ltr" data-setdir="false" style="">Concerning seizures and Ms Hettie..... I don't know Hettie's age but Epilepsy usually rears it's ugly head before or at age three. If her seizures are mild and don't cluster just monitor them but if they intensify you will need to see a vet to put her on some anti-epilepsy medicine. Avoid the use of phenobarbs for they usually don't control the seizures but just dope your girl up. One of mine who had "grand mal seizures" was on potassium bromide which did an excellent job of controlling them. The drugs don't stop them entirely but keeps them from being one after another and sending you usually to an emergency vet. You cannot leave them uncontrolled or they will stroke out or have a heart attack. I had another which the vet called "petite seizures" for he would lock up but never really loose presence of mind. In fact he would try to come to me if possible. They would last a few minutes and then he was fine, tired, but fine. Never had him on medicine and he lived to age 17.</div><div style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br></div>
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On Thursday, August 6, 2020, 04:10:30 PM EDT, dailydrool-request@lists.dailydrool.org <dailydrool-request@lists.dailydrool.org> wrote:
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Samantha Jane (Laura Salmon)<br> 2. Samantha, Crippled hounds and Miss Hettie (Sally King)<br> 3. CBD Oil (Valerie Strand)<br> 4. Young Charlie Basset Now Belongs to the Ages (Elizabeth)<br><div id="ymsg82460" class="ymsg7385286370" src="mid://AEqGeHJ8AnLqXyxjtgcA-FGRE88/4.1">Stop scaring your Mom Samantha Jane! I’m glad the vet got her fixed up and on the mend. Laura Salmon<br></div><div id="ymsg69261" class="ymsg7385286370" src="mid://AEqGeHJ8AnLqXyxjtgcA-FGRE88/4.2"><div id="yiv6514099126"><div><div class="yiv6514099126ydp81fecc34yahoo-style-wrap" style="font-family:Helvetica Neue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:16px;"><div dir="ltr">Oh my, oh my it's all been going on.</div><div dir="ltr"><br></div><div dir="ltr">Firstly Samantha Jane. You must stop scaring your momperson. You're very lucky she is not as clueless as she likes to make out. Surgery, bloat, stinky stitches? Just cut it out!</div><div dir="ltr"><br></div><div dir="ltr">Reading about the antics of Guinness, Elvis and Nigel reminded me of Rolph. Although he lost the use of his back legs, it was as if he didn't notice (or care). He not only dragged himself around outside he even hauled himself upstairs and made a not-very-controlled slide downstairs when he thought he might be missing out. I ended up making straps, like braces, for all his belly bands to stop them being dragged off as he commando-crawled around.</div><div dir="ltr"><br></div><div dir="ltr">Miss Hettie has been with me for ten months now. She remains a delight, although her bassetude has got stronger since she realised she's finally home. She has a penchant for walking along narrow walls, even really high ones and around the narrow lip of the pond to steal the fish food. Little minx.</div><div dir="ltr"><br></div><div dir="ltr">A couple of months after she arrived, I woke at about 2am to find her having a seizure. Although it was worrying, it was quick and she then threw up, and went back to sleep. I had almost forgotten about it. This morning, at about 9am, she had another, stronger and longer seizure (I timed about 3 minutes). Once again, afterwards she was violently sick, then pooped on the floor, which is something she would NEVER do. This was not an upset stomach D&V.</div><div dir="ltr"><br></div><div dir="ltr">I am slightly reluctant to take her to the vet as within half an hour she was completely back to normal, so all they would say is "keep and eye on her and come back if you're worried. That's £40 please."</div><div dir="ltr"><br></div><div dir="ltr">I wonder if anyone has any insight, thoughts or advice?</div><div dir="ltr"><br></div><div dir="ltr">Sending much drool ( we have buckets of it after this morning) to all those who need, or want it.</div><div dir="ltr"><br></div><div dir="ltr">Sally, with Hettie, UK</div></div></div></div></div><div id="ymsg34399" class="ymsg7385286370" src="mid://AEqGeHJ8AnLqXyxjtgcA-FGRE88/4.3">Have any of you used CBD oil for your dogs? My 55 pound pup is 11 1/2 <br>and is starting to struggle a little getting up. I was wondering if any <br>of you have had luck with CBD. I already use fish oil and cosequin. She <br>doesn't act like she is in pain, just getting old and stiff like a lot <br>of us. If you have had luck please let me know the name of the product. <br>I've researched, but there are so many now that I hate to just take a <br>shot on the dark. Thanks for your feedback, it is appreciated.<br><br>Val Strand<br><br><a ymailto="mailto:bratbasset@gmail.com" href="mailto:bratbasset@gmail.com">bratbasset@gmail.com</a><br><br><br><br></div><div id="ymsg92375" class="ymsg7385286370" src="mid://AEqGeHJ8AnLqXyxjtgcA-FGRE88/4.4"><div id="yiv6514099126"><div>
<p class="yiv6514099126MsoNormal">Young Charlie Basset now belongs to the ages.</p><div class="yiv6514099126"><br class="yiv6514099126"></div><p class="yiv6514099126MsoNormal">When I woke up a week ago today, I did not know young Charlie
would be gone before noon. Death is like that. Even when you know to expect it,
it still tears in from out of nowhere and stabs you in the heart.</p><p class="yiv6514099126MsoNormal"> </p><p class="yiv6514099126MsoNormal">Frantic thrashing about on the bed shook me awake that
morning. I thought Charlie was having a seizure. Instead, he was trying
desperately to get to his feet so he could get off the bed before he finished
emptying a full bladder on it. He had never had an accident on the bed before.
When we got back in from the yard, he laid down on the dining room floor and
looked . . . different. He refused the Zukes rabbit treats he had been wild with
desire for all week. He had also refused his bedtime cookies the night before;
they were still on the bed, untouched, in the morning. It felt as if he had
just turned a corner and was heading in a direction that was not going to lead
to anyplace would give him more good days.</p><p class="yiv6514099126MsoNormal"> </p><p class="yiv6514099126MsoNormal">After sitting on the floor with him for a while and
consulting with Ken on the phone, I took Charlie to the vet to be evaluated. As
I talked with her, I realized it had been a couple of weeks since Charlie, who had
always been my joyful boy, had given the appearance of finding much joy in life.
His days had been reduced to mostly sleeping and searching the house for me
when I got up to go to another room, even for just a minute. His hearing was
almost gone, his eyesight could not have been much better, his appetite for
regular meals required coaxing, and a faint outline of the tumor had recently
become visible in his abdominal area. </p><p class="yiv6514099126MsoNormal"> </p><p class="yiv6514099126MsoNormal">I finally decided—based on his subdued, withdrawn, and
almost detached demeanor, the way in which his essence seemed to be disappearing,
and the reality that the tumor on his spleen was not going to stop growing until
it detonated, causing massive internal hemorrhaging—it was time to let him go.
The way the morning had begun seemed like an alarm bell, warning me that the
ticking time bomb inside Charlie was close to going off. I wanted to spare him
the pain and fear of that. As I learned at the expense of a pet rat, sometimes
it is better to leave a couple of days too soon than to wait until it is too
late. His death was swift and peaceful.</p><p class="yiv6514099126MsoNormal"> </p><p class="yiv6514099126MsoNormal">Of course I am second guessing myself on this and counting my
regrets. I regret that I was not more generous with my pizza, his favorite food,
on what turned out to be his last night. I regret we did not go for more walks
in the last month, though I understand my concern was that he would have a medical
emergency when we were blocks from home and the car. I deeply regret that I
made Charlie get his nails trimmed the day before he died. If I had known he was
going to die the next day, I never would have put him through that trauma.</p><p class="yiv6514099126MsoNormal"> </p><p class="yiv6514099126MsoNormal">But I am also aware of those occasions when I used wisely the
gift of time we had been given. I am grateful I set aside my work last month to
pick him up when he asked me to and held him on my lap for what turned out to
be the last time, resting my head on his while he slept with his head on my
shoulder like the sweetest toddler I will ever have. After that, the tumor grew
too large for him to be able to sit on my lap comfortably again. I am grateful
for deciding not to jump out of bed and immediately get the day started the
morning before he died but lingered to enjoy a snuggle with him instead. He had
unusually soft fur for a hound and loved being held.</p><p class="yiv6514099126MsoNormal"> </p><p class="yiv6514099126MsoNormal">Our home and lives are disconsolately empty and still
without Charlie. (My mother’s dog, The Wee One, is absolutely no comfort at
all. She isn’t Charlie, and she’s definitely no hound.) I do not know how long
I will be bereft without him, but that feeling probably is not going to change any
day soon. </p><p class="yiv6514099126MsoNormal"> </p><p class="yiv6514099126MsoNormal">Our happy hound leaves behind toilet paper tubes he had yet to
shred, an unfinished excavation project in the backyard, his half of the desk
he shared with Elizabeth, the blue knit hat he and Ken Locke argued over, an
enviable collection of pink purses, and many, many friends, met and unmet, who
will miss him. Especially Ken and I.</p><p class="yiv6514099126MsoNormal"> </p><p class="yiv6514099126MsoNormal">Young Charlie was a good friend, cheerful company, and a
bright, joyful light in our lives. There will only ever be one Charlie Basset,
and we were the ones lucky enough to have him be ours for almost fourteen
years. He was so very loved.</p><p class="yiv6514099126MsoNormal"> </p><p class="yiv6514099126MsoNormal">Charlie Basset, December 11, 2005 to July 30, 2020</p><p class="yiv6514099126MsoNormal"> </p><p class="yiv6514099126MsoNormal">Thank you Belly Rubs Basset Hound Rescue for entrusting him
to us.</p><p class="yiv6514099126MsoNormal"> </p><p class="yiv6514099126MsoNormal">Elizabeth</p>
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